The Alternatives

David Arrives He’s here. I feel a bit better.  But, I think it also has something to do with the alcohol I have in the fridge. “I bring you the Gandalf!” David presents his long pipe, just like the one that Gandalf the Grey would smoke out of. The Gandalf would only be brought out when one of us was having a bad day, which apparently was every weekend. It was packed with weed that smelled like sweet oranges, “You’ll feel a fuck of a lot better once I’m through with you,” He removed his jacket and set it down on the table, making his way to the kitchen. “Another one?” “Yeah,” I responded. As he rummaged through the kitchen to grab the drinks, I began to spill my feelings on the matter that was on my mind. “Melissa dumped me today,” As he came out, he stood there, took a sip and handed me the drink and nodded to the pipe, “Take a hit man, what happened?” “She said I changed,” I said as I exhaled, “But all that is bullshit.  Her friends have been telling her to...