Glove compartment

New writing spot for the win! Moved out of my first apartment, I'm feeling pretty nostalgic. We'll see what happens in this one.
-loch

You bought the dream

I am sandwiched between a punk rock waiter who is unsure of nothing except for a constant constraint to travel and a love of tattoos with a half hearted political agenda; a Marxist masochist who's only real truth is an intense refusal to admit his own possession of morals, who would rather sell himself short to give himself more time than commit himself to one of an envious amount of talents; and a bartender who has shrouded himself in static pseudo reality and is desperately slamming on the breaks before screeching head on into the real world before he has the chance to order another round.

Someone order me a lonestar and bum me a cigarette. This summer will be brutal and hot in more than one sense of the word, so I suppose I should try and be the same.

-loch