Waste is all around. It hangs out with despair. They are my good friends. Like childhood buddies that I see from time to time but I know very well. I can’t cruise with them in the way that I used to but I still love them for what they are. Great teachers, old friends, reminders of where I have been, who I have been, and how I change. I realize that they are always with me because they helped me grow. I see that they are homies with Love, and a friend to Rage as well.