and it doesn’t bother me much, if at all. you’d think it would but it doesn’t. your heart can take you places that a car could never.
if a pretty girl wants to go somewhere either she’ll drive or close her eyes and go with me somewhere.
one particular girl isn’t happy about driving an hour to see me any more and when she closes her eyes thinks of someone else.
its sorta like the traffic, how can you argue with it, its part of living. it’s like raising your fist at gravity. everything changes baby that’s a fact. and maybe everything that dies some day comes back. put your make up on, fix your hair up pretty, and meet me tonight in atwater village.
i fell asleep last night after cold pizza and beer watching monday night football. there was a little tap at the door. no one taps at my door. i don’t even have a peep hole. good thing im not afraid to die.
opened the door and there she was. anna.
her hair seemed a little darker. she had a little french braid tucked behind her ear. glitter that she’d powder puffed on her neck and cheeks and arms. the cutest little sleeveless shirt that she found at a thrift store. shes not into bargains, but she knows that i like her that way. she had a cute little package with a bow around it. a real copy of Dreamweaver 4.
we got a fire started in the hearth. fall had come bringing guests: wind, leaves, frost.
she curled up in my lazy boy and wanted me to squish in there with her, ended up in my lap and we talked about fine art and the sound certain words make like ricochet.
the sake was warming on the stove as the christmas lights twinkled and the mechanics next door slammed the chain link fence closed after a long long night.
my life isn’t perfect she told me and it’s not what i want right now, but im glad you’re here with me, right now.
and i knew what she meant.
and we went to bed without getting naked, but like sexy friends, the kind you read about.
okay i got naked in the morning, but im a perv.