published on: 2015-04-12 19:52:52
I was getting tired of the lonely nights. My roo had been traveling
Late nights, working hard. It was kind of agonizing to go through
I still tend to wake up early, my heart racing. It takes a few
A rainy day at home, tinkering. I called it home, anyway,
Musky lay in bed between his mates, the chubby skunk sleeping
When I showed up for the protest, I’d expected a larger crowd.