my ex-husband, probably!
*rim shot*
15th & John. the dog-spliff is my favorite part.
Last night's dream: I was riding my bike down Olive, by Glo's and that stupid Starbucks, into slanty orange sunsetty shadows. I had no helmet. I thought "I have to get there, so this might be how I die." I was in no immediate physical danger, but I felt the need to keep my options open. I couldn't just enjoy the feeling of summer rushing by me.
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