Another spur of writeing.
Late August, my favorite time of the year. As I was walking down to the marina late at night I took a moment to take in everything. The trees along the road had white christmas lights entangled in them, my guess is the restorant manager thinks it will look nice. Personally I think they look horrible during the day. An old looking closed diner useto be acroos the street from the big fancy restorant, but it went out of buisness and closed down. Now the town burned it down not to long ago because its less expencive then demolition. I really live in a cheap ass town. Its what I would call, Vecchio e allegro. (old and cheerfull) I really miss Italia.
The marina was almost abandon at nite, The moonlit water was so pritty and it seemed to shine down on me while I was sitting on the edge of the peer. Wearing a mini skirt was not the most intelligent idea but atleast i was my padres sweater.
In the distance I could see the coast guard comeing this way, there were two red and white boats with Large lights pointed down at the water, I let my imagination run whild for a long time untill I realized it was allmost midnight la madre was going to kill me when I got home.
The marina was almost abandon at nite, The moonlit water was so pritty and it seemed to shine down on me while I was sitting on the edge of the peer. Wearing a mini skirt was not the most intelligent idea but atleast i was my padres sweater.
In the distance I could see the coast guard comeing this way, there were two red and white boats with Large lights pointed down at the water, I let my imagination run whild for a long time untill I realized it was allmost midnight la madre was going to kill me when I got home.