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.