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To my sidekick; Mimi, as we saunter out another door.
by Jolie JordanMichelle looks at me with her slightly-rolling doe eyes; save me.
We're in a friend-of-a-friend's basement, slouching and unsure,
disgusted by the laughter and advances of local teenage girls.
This is why I drink alone, I think. This is why I don't socialize.
the bottom of my cup is a foamy sea and my eyes are swimming.
I grab my best girl's arm and we're off. let's blow this joint. 11/02/2007 Author's Note: We sound a lot cooler than we are. ;]
Posted on 11/02/2007
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