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last night was one of those great evenings where it's ok to be buried in sand and still feel alive,
where cigarette smoke is welcome, where you realize ralphs is open at three am, and krispy kremes don't give you heartburn. where it's ok to act weird and slide across the market with socks on and knock down star wars cups, and avoid confronting the real things on your mind. i like being crammed in tight corners and fogging up car windows singing painfully off key to songs with barely any lyrics. it's nice to know i'm not the only one.
where cigarette smoke is welcome, where you realize ralphs is open at three am, and krispy kremes don't give you heartburn. where it's ok to act weird and slide across the market with socks on and knock down star wars cups, and avoid confronting the real things on your mind. i like being crammed in tight corners and fogging up car windows singing painfully off key to songs with barely any lyrics. it's nice to know i'm not the only one.