there i was sipping my crotch-burningly hot cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette and minding my own business in the dunkin donuts parkin' lot. these girls, two, pull up in pop's black b m w and look at me. one, smiles, turns up the bass of some song silly pop song, silly pop girl, i look back grin, pump up 96.3 classical station of the ny times and laugh. life is pretty funny i have little knowledge of ho or why but that it's a hoot... then i pulled away, spilling coffee on myself thinking of my peach my love and turn the music louder and wait for her.
Reason for writing:
route 124
Birth sign: Cancer
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