In a dream

'I had a dream, Eric. And this was not it. I never wanted to be in your place, but I had hoped for a life more acceptable than running from the headhunters. I'm not a good kid Eric. I mean, we never have been good kids, but growing up made it that much worse. See, we're a selfish lot. Us, our neighborhood, our breed. Beyond selfish are my mistakes. See Eric, this is my long overdue drunken confession to a brother.'

'You're not bad little one.'

I can only really laugh at this. What of me does Eric really know? We haven't spoken in years.

'Not true brutha. I don't focus, I run. I don't love, I run.'

I only bring up love because Eric's been flashing around his wallet full of photos of his new girl and kid. Sentiment and alcohol have never been good to me.