jealous of your cigarette

Okay, so now I’m listening to Hawksley Workman. It was a short classic rock binge, cut short by our trip to Sandy’s parents, and the fact that I was listening to Chemical Brothers at the end. Anyways.

Stock Car Banquets are strange. Drunk men who I hardly know are really strange. And we didn’t win anything. Rats. I wanted that biiig flashlight.


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