even if the place was ugly as hell, i'd live here just for the air. i love the pressure of it at sea level, the feeling of mist on skin, and the oxygen spilling out of the ocean; tonight i was downtown, breathing, breathing and wandering, while the girls waited for the bus.
had to wonder about this. wouldn't the sand get stuck in the crisco?
a little late, the americruiser arrived, and i reluctantly wandered on home, while the girls adventured on to san francisco.
be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
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You did give her my phone number right?
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You should have took a couple of days off from work and drove them up. Then you could have went and bugged Jill!
Yeah, you wanted to go too, -huh?
oh man. like you wouldn't believe.