Mar 04, 2006 10:34
So maybe I was on his turf.
Twice.
He's been wasting time here longer then I
- the whole fucking town is his turf.
At least all the spots I'd deem worthy of loitering around.
Maybe I felt a little better then usual. Fresher. Whole.
Maybe it showed.
Maybe it was just about time.
it almost always is.