Jeannie Hammond

thought of the perfect way to spend her day off. And she did something else.

There was a doner truck that sold the best kebab in

Berlin

two corners away from his apartment. He went and got a loaf of bread from a Kaiser mart instead. 

She came home toasty, drunk. In bed two hours later she felt the warmth malaise of having drunk fill her.

Some mornings, he went out for a cigarette by the church. Sometimes he'd run into her there. He didn't even smoke, but he'd bought a pack of 

American Spirits

for just this occasion.

The vegan chili was her favorite. He ordered it with a bread roll. And for dessert he had a generic rectangle of cake and a black coffee. She also liked drinking her coffee black. Years later her stomach wouldn't be able to handle it like that. She quit drinking 

coffee

altogether.

With 2 pounds of shrooms hidden at the bottom of a bag in the passenger footspace, he drove back blasting the

MIA

album. 

After the psych exam she went out for a smoke. There was a guy wearing a drug rug smoking a hand rolled cigar. Hi she said.