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My Hallway smells like stale beer.
The air, tastes like stale beer.
The bottoms of my socks
My Shoes
My Barefeet
Are sticky... with stale beer.
And I'm just hoping that my neighbors don't kill the plants on my window sill in a drunken frenzy.
Not that the orchids are really alive anyway. I have no idea how to resuscitate orchids. But the african violet has come a long way from the day I found it in the trash... Surrounded by stale beer...
I've said it once, and I'll say it again- Josselyn was New Hamphire, and suddenly Main is the inner city.
There's an Israeli living on my couch.
The air, tastes like stale beer.
The bottoms of my socks
My Shoes
My Barefeet
Are sticky... with stale beer.
And I'm just hoping that my neighbors don't kill the plants on my window sill in a drunken frenzy.
Not that the orchids are really alive anyway. I have no idea how to resuscitate orchids. But the african violet has come a long way from the day I found it in the trash... Surrounded by stale beer...
I've said it once, and I'll say it again- Josselyn was New Hamphire, and suddenly Main is the inner city.
There's an Israeli living on my couch.