Chez Hopeless-Savage-Parker, New York, Friday
"Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?"
Zero was singing as she surfed the job listings on Craigslist. This might or might not be a product of the weirdness of her particular alma mater. It was hard to say with Zero. Sometimes she just sang.
"I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die."
When she jumped up and started bouncing around the living room like it was her own personal mosh pit...well, that could have gone either way, too.
"Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world
Gets you high."
((Open to calls, texts, e-mails, That Guy, etc.))
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?"
Zero was singing as she surfed the job listings on Craigslist. This might or might not be a product of the weirdness of her particular alma mater. It was hard to say with Zero. Sometimes she just sang.
"I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die."
When she jumped up and started bouncing around the living room like it was her own personal mosh pit...well, that could have gone either way, too.
"Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world
Gets you high."
((Open to calls, texts, e-mails, That Guy, etc.))