I turned away from Beth to look at
the Cat, “Yeah?”                       
     “I have to say, I love how clean  
your toilets are. You can literally eat
out of them. Except, I wouldn’t.”      
     We laughed, and the Cat fell off  
the back of the couch. That got us     
laughing again, even harder.           
     I could even hear the Cat laughing
from behind the couch, “I'm ok. I'm    
ok,” and that got us going again.      
     I hadn't done that much laughing  
since, since the last time I smoked a  
joint, or Wednesday with D, or last    
week with Beth.                        
     It felt good, I thought as I      
finally caught my breath, which sobered
me up a little.                        
     Eventually Beth and the Cat also  
caught their breaths, and that’s when  
* an overwhelming need to go to sleep hit  
me.                                    
     “I don’t know about you guys, but 
I’m bushed,” I said, got up off the    
couch and gave Beth a kiss. “I’m gonna 
catch up on my Journal, and then catch 
some sleep.                            
     “I'll talk to you in the morning  
Amy. Sleep wherever you want. I don't  
care,” I said and headed up the stairs.
“I’ll see you in a little bit, babe.”  
     “Take your time sweetie. I'll     
probably be dead to the world when you 
finish,” she said, and I don't know    
why, but they both laughed at that.    
     The Cat caught me, just as I got  
to the second floor, “Criminal?”       
     I turned, “Yeah?”                 
     “Thank you for saving my life.”   
     “I'm sure you would've done the   
same for me.”                          



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