8.8.11

I drive to Danville after buying $110 of the purest Cocaine I've had so far in this life.
And I arrive to a situation where.
Where Cocaine is going to make the night only difficult.


I can't even describe this right now.
Melissa is anxiety in a bottle.


It was a very uncomfortable night.



But at least I wrote a long lovely letter to my boyfriend.

No comments:

Post a Comment