Oct 21, 2007 01:33
It's late at night and the rock star can't sleep, so he's taken to writing.
Again.
Pickles has a pen and his notepad, and a considerably smaller bottle fortress than usual, smoking considerably less than usual.
He's waiting for someone.
A hippie, perhaps.
One that likes to wonder where his boyfriend wandered off to, in the middle of the night.
(plotlocked? Mebbe ^^)
pickles,
miniver cheevy