Monday, May 12, 2008
I'm sitting here miles away drinking a too expensive beer and I miss home. I miss icy mugs chilling waiting in cowboy bars, places with chickenwire, places where they serve 17 year olds. I'm tired of the city, sick of the drive, done with work. I just want to walk home drunk holding someone's hand and not have to wake up in the morning.
Photo - S
Words - S
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