They are those devastatingly handsome people who know it but never flaunt it; who want you but never need you and who love you and never tell you. Just the thought of them makes your stomach hot and empty; makes your skin cold and hungry and leaves your mind free and easy.
Wanting desperately for life to imitate…….American Graffiti. A slow ride in a candy-apple red, 1957 Chevy Bel-Air, developing a personal relationship with that mysterious man spinnin’ those records, killing me softly with all those wonderful songs…one of them perhaps being Ms. Flack.
It’s a good day for good friends
Archive for January 3, 2008
Keeping Company
