Ive always imagined that right before this went down I woulda been waiting in line to go to the restroom. Everything disastrous would have occurred. I am oblivious. Time passes accordingly to others. I confidently stumble upon the familiar frontier. The club seems dead. I walk out. I meet my friends. Some smoke. Some do not. Regardless, all are outside. Matt drives. Were going some place that serves a variant of potato.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 03:21:45 +0000
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