P.I. Log #4 (Pt 1/2)

I lit a joint up out of my pack and started to head home. I had to pass by my job again after dropping Ali off at the Motor Inn. 11:11 was the time and 11:11 (my job) was in the rear view, shrinking until it became a bitter spec that would be relived once […]

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To The Love of My Life

Its corny It’s cliche But I just want to hold your hand Vent about our days And smoke a j I know we agreed for space and to take a break But I miss my bestfriend I hope someday I can tell you that finally im yours That I found myself I surfaced through the […]

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P.I. Log #3

My radio was still on in my car and the Summer 2011 mix I made was playing. The first chorus of Number Five With a Bullet was playing, my how some songs bring back specific memories. Valerie was gone and we lost that pesky but intimidating drug dealer. Topher and I checked each other for […]

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