2:14 AM had it marked; the erosion of my preemptive indignation.

I don't dance. I laugh. I brawl like sister and brothers. I am partying, fucking, going to the beach, partying and fucking on the beach, secret agents, and queuing at the post office, all wrapped up in an unintelligible but perfectly logical barrage of slang which even most gangstas ( Read more... )