small appetizer of my new original)
I knew that this was a bad day on how the beer I had reversed nicely on the first morning. Oh
then early morning call was indeed risky, considering that the clock resting on the shelf and by a miracle that still does not roll down, it marked the 3:45 pm
-Mallory, explain to me what the hell are you doing? -
Sbuffai annoyed. But anyway ...
agree to be a rock star every night along desolate with alcohol, smoking and so on and so forth, but sleep until 4:00 in the afternoon and fucking pissed off because you were accidentally awakened by your girlfriend that you down on the beer is just too much.
-Pass went on with a can-sleepy voice, running a hand through his hair and mess beyond belief. Johnny
Peabody River was the most similar to the idea of rock 'n roll I had in my head.
beautiful as a God, free as the wind and crazy beyond belief.
Needless to say, I was in love with him the instant after I'd seen him on stage at House of Blues in LA
