Perfect pH

 

Oh gallant me. The fuzz endures, the buzz demurs. I’ve turned  bumming a smoke into a chivalrous act.  Leave it to me to insert numbness into the lives of others. Leave it to me to neutralize the chemistry. Leave it to me to ice the ice. I am walking static, white noise personified, the precise place where acid and base collide.

 

I slink away into the dark, with merely minor legacies left behind; absent from the wide wake waves of potential. But you know what? I’m cutting through choppy tide. On my way unto a ride.