my friends like doing things with people who sit on the ground and hold cheap bottles by the neck.
my friends like to sit near people who yell about their countries and laugh about their lovers and at others' large behinds
my friends like to wrap tobacco shreds neatly and share their supplies when I don't have mine.
and when my friends are confronted with obscenity they laugh with their heads back and their cheeks red like wine.
my friends like to say things that sound absurd to the commoner, those who dress typically and have common things to say.
my friends often disagree over opinions on poetry, people's looks and on the accuracy of accounted memories.
my friends ramble and shuffle their feet when they spy dirty pigeons or grotesque expressions on the faces of strangers aboard filthy Paris trains.
my friends walked me to the cemetery to smoke cigarettes around our heroes' graves.
