Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Presh

There I was on the block, at the lights, dog sitting nicely and Eminem blasting through shitty earplugs. Dont smirk he is a modern poetic genius.
So yeah Marshall was running out of Backstreet Boys and suddenly from a building above this handsome devil waved, those curls cascading in slow mo, the double denim half on, smile as broad as Texas.
I was so excited that I dropped my coffee. It splattered all over the dog who was suddenly not able to sit.
Ah what a moment. That window, that Precious Angel.
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