boheme

Holy Mother of Effing Jeezus Deus, with all due respect to any girl in a Catholic school uniform. I have been gone oh so long, and how becoming the aerial on re-entry. But what to do with a wish list? I hardly know where I've been. Something about a 7:30 am work schedule and insurance claims. A handrolled cigarette mistaken for a spliff. Blinds thrown over cotton candy in the harbor. A name coming up on caller-ID as Christ. A lost box of boots, Frank's Pizza, a sprained elbow, a happy birthday. Bite marks like fortune cookies.

I AM HERE TO CLAIM MY SPANKINGS.