Waiting to meet the others at our usual mid-week haunt, It's warmer tonight; we can sit outside and lean back in cold chairs...eyeing the crowd with self-inportant ennui...smoking too many cigarettes.
The kids around us always squirm... hyper-aware of themselves... chattering in cell phones to invisible friends...waiting to be noticed.
song of the day:
I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
Simple things you see are all complicate
I look pretty young but I'm just back dated
The kids around us always squirm... hyper-aware of themselves... chattering in cell phones to invisible friends...waiting to be noticed.
song of the day:
I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are high
Simple things you see are all complicate
I look pretty young but I'm just back dated