humid
we rode bikes all across the city, through sketchy intersections for creole cuisine. wandering the alleys almost crashing every few yards seeing the skyline from new vantage points. out running the rain with iced chai and italian cream sodas. regroup. run errands, get lost in the night with amy whinehouse. at midnight, wednesday mutiny in the casba basement. closing time we find ourselves as always in the alley.
dearest jeff; i will miss you but as always promise to visit in the original big city, new york.
"you take the picture, you have long arms."
we miss you already, for this insanity alone.
dearest jeff; i will miss you but as always promise to visit in the original big city, new york.
"you take the picture, you have long arms."
we miss you already, for this insanity alone.