The People I Don't Want to Be...

I ran with a “bad” crowd, back then.
Scammed for deceased grandparents’ Medicaid checks.
Cashed food stamp dollars so there would be enough change for cigarettes and beer.
Slept in a basement storage room.

So romantic,
We made love on top of buildings….
But it was really because we had no other place to go.
I remember listening to early rap in the basement of an old folks’ home…
We could camp there because no one was awake after 10.
Had sex on the gravel of their roof, and in their basement.The occupants all blissfully unaware…..
He used more gel than I did, but it was the 80’s
Not unusual to try to run your fingers through your lover’s hair
And find them stymied by hairspray….