Thursday, November 18, 2010

i wanted her in my backpack

there she was, lying on the couch, dozing like a late-nite college student. i looked at her over my shoulder as danny and i were about to leave the digital garage at flashpoinT.

    she’s cute, i remember saying.
    yeah, danny replied, why don’t you go molest her?
    do you know what her name is?
    sherry, i think.

i wanted her in my backpack.

significance equals what?

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