All Things Matter.

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March 7th, Province Of Chieti, 1988

I decided to ignore him and rush upstairs. As I realised how to mean it would be, I didn't care. I mean...What would he see in me anyway? He chooses to be with the girl instead of me.

I walked in and saw a little hip place with other townies in. I recognise one and high fived him. We both smiled and I sat near the window.

I brought out a packet full of cigarettes. I took one out and struggled to find a light. Someone tapped my shoulder I looked to my left and saw a person holding out a green light for me.

"(Thanks, man.)" I said taking it from him. I inhaled it and blew it out.

Just as I was about to my next one. I saw Craig coming in. He gave me a wave and sat in front of me.

"So. How did you find this place?" He asked. I chuckled.

"I didn't...Here." I said giving him the rest of my smoke. He looks at it before acknowledging it.

"I didn't know you smoked." He asked, his little accent coming out. I smiled and stared out the window. Why did he care anyway?

"I didn't too. This is my second time." I said. He nods and took in a huge spiff. I laughed as he coughed out a bit.

"Who influenced you?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"No one. I was just listening to the people on the radio and it just sounds so cool to see Bowie do it and...But I prefer not to." I said. He nods.

"Bowie smokes?" He asks. I nod. 

"I never knew." He says taking the huge spiff again. I smiled.

"There's a bunch of things that man has to hide," I said. Staring out into the perfectly pictured town of Chieti. Don't do this to me. I knew he was staring at me with those blue eyes.

He sighs throwing the cigarette to the side.

"You live with two..." He asked. I nod, knowing that my parents were the same gender. Though it would be the best moments of my life it would make sense though.

"I was Nico's first child with his wife. He married Michael right after a while. I was closer to Michael then Nico...I think. But I love them equally." I said. He nods and turns his head. 

He coughs slightly making me take notice.

"You okay?" I asked. He nods but still was coughing. 

"It must be the aeroplane food." He says standing up slightly. I helped him downstairs until he threw up on the side of the floor. Everyone helped him and got rushed back home.

That was the impact of a four-leaved clover. Just pure out of luck.