Random Notes On a Weekend
I was lobbed fully-loaded balled-up napkins and was cajoled into staring at a looping, drunkslanted signature. She handed me a shot for my efforts while she played with my "don juan" locks. Something or other about a $700 champagne tab, lots of dancing, sore feet the next morning. I was also threatend by the girl in the first sentence of this entry. Apparently she's fond of drop kicking Blanco's in the throat.
It's a wonderful life.
If you can find it.
It's a wonderful life.
If you can find it.