All I see is Miles’ terrified limbs flailing and the headlights from the grill of the big white truck toward the front passenger side of my car. I heard the sound of breaking glass in my head. Then we drove off and laughed. Then it was six a.m. and I was writing and I halfly fell asleep and I wrote on my sheets. I can’t read it now. And it was the hillside in your neighborhood where we all sat down. Thats where I saw the stars.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
