Monday, July 13, 2009

145 South St.

Zoe, sitting on the porch floor talking about someone she loves

Bryan, my beloved sour drunken friend. In his hands unseen he holds a PBR and an Indian Black, which I'm told I won't like, or I better not, because he only has two left.
He gave me one anyways, I didn't like it.

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