Stevie, of course, is who I'd want to hang out with. At her place, wherever she has that "vault" she talks about. We'd smoke a few doobies, throw scarves over the lamp shades, play some demos, dress up in her shawls and do the crackhead dance together.
Fun times!
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I'm not the man you think I am. My love has never lived indoors - I had to drag it home by four, hired hounds at both my wrists, damp and bruised by strangers' kisses on my lips. But you're the one that I still miss. Neko Case
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