When I met her, it was just another miserable day, just another day of spinning my wheels and wondering just why exactly I was bothering. But when I met her, ho ho! The sun suddenly wasn't too bright, the fixers and liars and cops and other whores stopped mattering. The pills didn't seem quite as necessary.
I could, after a fashion, give a shit again. I could walk the alleys and the low streets without feeling like I'd been doomed to some awful hell that awaits those who can't keep a straight face. She was everything I'd been looking for, everything that made life worth living.
She knows my moods, and she is endlessly forgiving of my aberrant behavior, of my quirks and foibles, my bursts of outrage at all the stupid cringing monkeys around me. She doesn't care how fast I drive, and she understands the need for speed, the need to go fast enough to breathe again. She patiently waits while I do these stupid things, and she never so much as raises an eyebrow.
And she makes a mean cup of coffee. And she has an ass that gets me all dizzy & confused.
What, you thought I was talking about Tucson again? :lulz:
You're so poetic, Dok, it's sometimes hard to tell. :lulz:
Does she also drown unwary tourists?
Quote from: Alty on September 19, 2011, 06:07:46 PM
Does she also drown unwary tourists?
Yeah, I'm gonna plead the 5th, here.
Good for you, Dok!! :D
That's sweet, Dok.
:)
Sounds like a keeper, Rog.
And low didst the 555th seal crackth.
Fuckyeah :mrgreen: