it was about the time in between sunset and night time when i left my house. the sky was purple and black to the east, and to the west was a very large fallen rainbow i was on my way to UC Berkeley (i attend a class on campus) and i was smoking a cigarette. the moon began to show as the rainbow disappeared into the starry city of SF... she was as beautiful as ever. i was definitely ready to just melt in her glow and all that cheesy stuff, but i had things to do... stuff to do sucks ass. i go into the photo shop where "she" works. now don't laugh, but that same feeling i got when i first looked at the moon was kind of a segway into how this encounter was going to be. granted i'm to much of a scared little kid to say anything other than "hi" or "how much for doubles?". *sigh* she could be a raging bitch for all i know, but she's new enough to me for all that to not matter. anyhow. my rib is still broken. it hurts to breathe talk laugh and anything else that has to do with using my lungs... a broken rib and a shattered ego... wow. i'm a walking emo song.
who needs a drink?
who needs a drink?