cravings

I'm walking Kismet in the rain tonight and pass by a Timmie's on the way home, then the thought of a hot coffee creeps into my mind.

I get her home and dry her off, all the while I'm thinking about that coffee. So to satisfy this craving I head back out into the rain.

I enter the Timmie's and as wait in line, I notice the guy to my right standing by the garbage station and unfolding a piece of tin foil. On top of the garbage station I see a small ziplock bag with some white powder, a lighter and a needle.

The other people in line ignore him, like he is invisible.

I stand there mesmerized that this is happening right in front of me, as he is in total focus preparing his next hit.

Flicks the lighter.

Places the flame underneath the tin foil.

Picks up the needle and draws the liquid into it.

As he admires his handiwork, he looks up and catches my gaze. He smiles, grabs the lighter and baggie and goes outside leaving the tin foil setup behind.

"Sir! What would you like to order?"

I snap out of my trance and order my coffee. Two cream and a sugar.

I can't help but think that only a couple of feet separated our two worlds. I don't judge that guy, as I see that we are more similar than different.

We both had a craving.

We both had our ways of dealing with it.

I am probably one bad decision from being that guy.

I've jumped down plenty of rabbit holes in my past, diving straight down and never cared to look back up.

Because "Who cares?"

I just wanted to escape from this world.

Just for a little while.

I get it.

#chasingbutterflies