Salty like your mouth. I miss it, can you tell? I believe I have it and think, “Well, that’s the last time I am going to fall in love,” and then that girl over there crosses the street with her tight red shirt on, the one that looks like shit, even on her, but for [...]
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I’m not sure what I think of my drinking. Well, not the drinking as much as what I feel like I should learn from the drinking. Is it a good thing? Something I approve of? Something I want to do again? I don’t know. I feel like the answer should be no. Like saying the [...]
