June 9, 2013June 9, 2013 The record store was a place of escape. It was a library and a clubhouse. Continue reading →
June 9, 2013 Creamy and leggy, with the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Continue reading →
June 8, 2013 The last eight times I told you I loved you, they sounded like apologies. Continue reading →
May 26, 2013 If he didn’t have a Harley, that beard and a tendency to play with my hair, he would seriously not be worth it. Continue reading →
May 25, 2013May 25, 2013 You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people and assholes. Continue reading →
