I was standing out in the noonday sun, stretching my arms and taking a long pull off of a hand rolled cigarette when she wheeled around the corner into my life.

She was all speed and no handling as she turned on that gum stained sidewalk. Twice she nearly fell as she sprinted with long bare legs on top of a pair of Chuck Taylor’s. Clumsy but quick, she was clearly outrunning that unintelligible voice from around the corner.

Our eyes met. Her stride stuttered and stopped. She paused in front of me and smiled a big red lipped grin. She kissed me before I even realized that I was being kissed, pilfered my cigarette from my hand, and shoved her hand down the front of my pants.

I hadn’t exhaled and I coughed out some smoke as she said “Thanks!” Off she ran, down the street. A few seconds later, a fat cop followed behind her asking about a tall red head.

“Haven’t seen her.” I lied.

I looked down and noticed two bulges in my pants where there should have been one. Her bag of meth and my throbbing love.