Nights I Wish Not To Go Back To

Harley and Daisy

There is a faint giggle That I would know even 6 ft under

    "Daisy where the fuck are you?"

    I walk into a living room with granite floors and dawned in the most pretentious furniture money can buy. The scene is exactly what I was expecting. Harley sneaking around the high end New York apartment, pocketing anything shiny or green. She floated through the aftermath of last night almost like an angel, and to a fool, that's exactly what she was.

    Harley was as beautiful as Cleopatra, she was a temptress who could challenge the devil himself. That's the thing with girls like her, she will make you feel like she is worth the world, right up until you take your own life for hers. I wonder if that's what happened to the poor bastard passed out on the coffee table that probably costs more money than girls like me will ever have.

    "I'm right here, now can we please get out of this place before grandpa wakes up" I spoke for the first time this morning.

    She look confused so I gestured to the man. He was in a Armani suit that my fingers were just itching to check for anything valuable. I couldn't though it was too much of a risk right now when we have no clue where we are.

    "Chill he is only like forty, hardly grandpa age" Harley giggled at me which was almost comforting right now. She has a way of making even the worst situations feel like nothing but child's play. Harley walked over to the mystery man and grabbed the hair on the back of his neck. She lifted his head up to reveal wide open eyes and a lifeless complexion.

    "Well I don't think we have to worry about that happening lovley", By the looks of it he must have been there for a while, all the color was drained from his face.

    "Great harley you killed him? Now we better go." I said oddly calm about my best friend touching a dead body that may or may not have been her doing.

    "No who do you think I am?" She was smiling and holding in laughter now. "He probably overdosed on something or had to much fun last night."

    She had to be right, stuff like that happens everyday, and we are usually right in the middle of it all.

    "Lucky bastard I say"

    Some people would say Harley was heartless, but not if you actually knew her. She really thought the man's misfortune was luck. He got away from it all, and that's all she ever tries to do. Don't misunderstand me though, she would never off herself. It's just the closest you get to death, the more alive you feel. It's not a theory most are willing to test, but for girls like us it's what we live for.

    "Okay Dais, your right, lets get out of here"

    We left shortly after searching the guys pockets and finding a couple hundred in cash and a little plastic bag full of a white powder that we just left alone.

    So we slipped out of the apartment that we would never be rich enough to own, clad in diamonds that once belonged to the wife's or girlfriends of the men living in a marble and decoupage life. I wonder of the wife's and mistress ever come home to the mess, or if the money will clean it all up by the time they come back.

    "I'm hungry, waffles?" I asked

    "Always, let's go see Leasha"

    At this point it was just the usual harley and daisy victory lap. Most would call it the walk of shame but harley and I know no shame. I don't know what happened that night and I never will. We don't talk about it and never will. It is only one of many and won't be the last. We will just go to the local diner and eat some waffles, let the world absorb us and move on to the next night. We will just go meet Leasha and wait for the next high.