Saturday, January 15, 2005

She had eyes of light and I . . .

In the parking lot, I checked to see that my car was still unlocked and opened the trunk. But this was just to save time. I had to think. What the hell, so she had lights in her eyes, something else was at work here. The age old need to travel a different road. Shit, I slammed down the trunk lid and instead moved up to the passenger door and opened it. In the glove compartment I found what I needed. My last joint. Ironically, I needed to clear my head.

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