I got a DUI. I moved to New York City. I decided that labia looked like roast beef. I was told she wouldn’t have sex with me because she liked me. I had sex with her anyways. She still liked me anyways. Until she didn’t.
“You’re going to ruin me.”
I learned that though they didn’t sell my words still had value.
I imitated
Dylan Thomas
and applied for reality t.v. shows. I moved back to California to start a business. I got free weed samples in exchange for reviews. I failed at cheating until I didn’t. I wasn’t honest about what I wanted from love. I bought a piano I never learned how to play. I bought a cello.