Emma Leaned Down And
There Was No Way We
I Wanted To Cover Her
Her Lips Sucked Me In
It Was Too Good To Hold
Grabbing Her Hair And
| I got my shit, a bottle of mad dog 20/20 (for the cramps of course) and I was gone. No sense on being more miserable than I already was.
In the hotel room I flicked on the TV and found some quality movie with pups in it, and downed the Mad Dog like there was no tomorrow. Philly was my favorite for quality shopping. It was more duck and run and don't slip on the shit coating the floor.
That's my type of town. It was, lucky for me, an in and out type of deal. I'm not saying there wasn't their fair share of idiot college s hanging out in the beer section, but my mission was not to be interrupted. Give me a dirty old IGA with scuff-marks and outdated canned food over this halogen lighted nightmare, I prayed. No such luck, as I was thousands of miles away from the nearest New England drag where appearance meant as little as quality, which meant next to nothing.
A Picnic Table In Broad
Other People In The
To The World We Were
Our View Was A Pristine
Bushes Hid Much Of The
I Was Getting Ready
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