I FELL ASLEEP in my office later. On the couch, the little TV set flickering at the edge of my consciousness, Pansy snoring on the floor next to me. When I woke up it was dark again. A piece of light sat like a candle flame in the corner of the room, reflected from someplace past the window. I didn't move, watching it, letting it take me. Splitting off from this mess, disassociating. It works sometimes- you let go, it comes to you. But only if it's out there.
No use asking questions if you don't care what the answer is.
The cops wouldn't just walk away, but they'd find something else to do.
I blew smoke at the ceiling, wondering if I would.