brad pitt & angelina jolie

 

i was angelina jolie and my bf was brad pitt. we were junkies. we lived on skid row. someone took my puppy, but i was so loaded i couldn't remember anything about it, i only knew it felt like the last good thing in my life was gone. brad kept saying, 'it's okay, baby, don't worry...', but it wasn't anything more than words because he had just hit up and was on the verge of totally nodding out. i looked down at my hands, they were almost black from living on the street. my wrists and arms were hardly more than bone and skin and were covered with scabs and infected sores. i kept thinking, 'how did i get this bad? why is it so hard to be another way in this life?' i heard brad yelling motherfucker at someone. i looked up and saw it was just some other random junkie he had pressed up against the wall and was grilling incoherently about my puppy. brad threw a couple of wild punches then began to stumble and reach around looking for a place to lean. i looked around at all the garbage in the giant drain pipe we were in and i thought, 'this is not a life that i can live anymore.' brad slid down the wall and laid down in a wet pile of plastic bags, moldy clothing and urine. he still looked beautiful to me.