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Everyday when we go to paint the house I dig up about 2.00$ in change and walk to the 7-11 for a Livewire Mt. Dew slurpee and sit outside and drink some. Just so happens as I was walking away from the crub I was on I bumped into some guy getting outta his caddy. Floppy blue hawk, tight pants, docs, ect. None of that is important other then the fact that he reminded me of Charlie from school and Charlie's friend is freaking adorable. But none of that has to do with the story. So I bumped into him, he turned and said sorry, and I said the Grems. He looked at me and I go Darby right and point to his shirt. He looks at me again and goes you like the Grems. I laugh and just say they're not my bag of tea but they were good. There was some laughs and we talked abit more and he told me some stuff to check out in this lame ass town.
Okay it's not lame but I still haven't found some excitment.
Okay it's not lame but I still haven't found some excitment.