I take pleasure in the details. a quarter pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle. and i sit back and i smoke my camel straights and i ride my own melt.
That's all I have to say for now. I'll save the rest for rainy days.
I figure it’s about time for a re-read. Can’t have Fitzgerald without whiskey though. (Taken with instagram)