Drove by the corner of Montana & 25th St. and saw you walking--well, lumbering really--northwest bound towards 1st Ave. You have chestnut brown hair, cut into what I can only describe as a "sideways mohawk." You were wearing a really cute...tunic? I don't know what else to call it...of sack cloth that looked like you'd probably fashioned it yourself. Very craftsy! In your left hand, you were carrying a plastic grocery sack of what appeared to be important rocks--for more craft projects perhaps? And, in your right hand, you were carrying a dog leash. No dog, but it looks like you've got aspirations! I love that! Looked like maybe you had a knife on your left boot as well, but I couldn't be entirely sure as you were walking away at the time, and I was in a hurry. As I passed by 25th St, though, you turned back toward Montana Ave and I could see the wide-eyed, opened mouthed expression on your face--very passionate! At that distance, and at speed, I couldn't make out what your facial tattoos said, but it looked like they were written in some ancient script, unsuitable for both the human eye and human understanding. I love an educated woman! You shrieked something I couldn't quite entirely make out...maybe "God is ALIVE!! God will DIE!!" or maybe "Todd is my WIFE! Todd will DIE!!" or something. You are SO beautiful. I can't stop thinking about you. My first name's Sam. I was the guy with the black cowboy hat in the lime green F-150. If you desire to make a connection with a tender man, a true candy boy, get in touch. I'm enthralled with you.
Discussion
By posting you agree to the Terms and Privacy Policy.