“Gentlemen, this is advertising.” I keep trying to remember every place I’ve biked to for the calculations but I fall asleep before fingers hit the keyboard. Lights are blinking and neighbors are yelling and I’ve left twice and nearly been killed a dozen times today. He slapped her ass on the stairs, I think I know why now. It doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Tan and scummy; put a shirt on. (Who the fuck am I to talk?) Dirty shorts, I still feel too young for 30 Rock (30, duh.) Ride to Texas one day, complete a century. It’s all bullshit
Posted on Thursday, 4 August 2011
