thepirate

Whenever I'd go for a long drive with my parents when I was younger, I'd take a pen and one of those little spiral pocket-sized notebooks, that my mother always seemed to have in her purse, and just hold the pen to the paper, letting the bumps in the road move it to make anything. I filled up pages of that stuff.

I'd kill a man for waffles and hashbrowns.

You drive, I'll read. Fair? Yes?
I've been behind the wheel of a car only once, for only an hour.

Ha. Pick any man you wish. Preferably, one with a full wallet.