Despite my best intentions to get on a bus to Boston today, the shitstorm got in my way. I'm trying again tomorrow. I've come back to Erik's pad, as my shoes got so wet earlier i need some time to have everything dry out.
As for all the fools running around the icy wet streets gobbling up flowers for their bird at home. This is how i feel about the "holiday":
I'll talk about last night after i get some pizza.
23- born and raised in London...American mom, Scottish dad. I'm into traveling with only a backpack, american rock, drinking, smoking, hating the new world order, drinking again, having sex, guys with chest hair, meeting strangers and lusting for them.
Got a degree in music. talk the shit! bring it on bitches!
Meeting people that look good AND smell good. Meeting people is easy. See the movie.
Just to get it out of the way - I've been around 23 years, i know I got a nice cock...lots of boys have told me. i'll show you if you ask really nice.
And yes, i have a huge collection of records and porn movies. Its a reason to keep a job.