Junkie Friend
By Dan Miraldi 

Vira Mac dressed in black
Took a plane and never came back
She just left one day
I didn’t know it was the end
When I said farewell to my junkie friend
She just ditched LA
In the clouded aftermath
They found her naked in a bath
A pool of sorrow flooded veins 

And sometimes we would laugh the same way
We were born the same month the same day
So I carry the same sign
As that junkie friend of mine
And sometimes we would laugh the same way 

She left for England with her band
No destination or a plan
She liked how distortion made her feel
Like the screams inside her head
Forgotten poetry of the dead 

Let time tell us what is real 

And sometimes we would laugh the same way
We were born the same month the same day
So I carry the same sign
As that junkie friend of mine
And sometimes we would laugh the same way 

And she said, “I don’t bleed liked I used to. No-no-no
I don’t cry anymore
But there’s a world outside and it’s angry
And it’s my choice and I choose to ignore But from time to time
I feel fine, I go outside and it’s good to be alive.” 

You can say what you like
I see her standing at that open mic
With the angry prose she’d read to me
She told me, “Drain a bottle or do a shot
But when it’s time to show them what you’ve got
Boy, just shut up and just sing” 

And sometimes we would laugh the same way
We were born the same month, the same day
So I carry the same sign
As that junkie friend of mine
And sometimes we would laugh the same way
Sometimes we would laugh the same way
Sometimes we would laugh the same way 

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