At long last, the dark winter comes to an end. As I post, I am listening to the first Boston Red Sox spring training game of the year.
That Gum You Like Is Back In Style
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
