‘You don’t know where Queens Blvd is, faggot?’ he said then sped on. Considering he didn’t either, I think he was hitting on me.
Fifteen minutes before sleep, an insomniac texts himself a record of the day in 140 characters or less.
by antoni.us
‘You don’t know where Queens Blvd is, faggot?’ he said then sped on. Considering he didn’t either, I think he was hitting on me.