Saturday, February 15th, 2003 | 10:50
"You're gonna be the next prime minister."

Out to Le Scribble. Tequila and cigarettes. Joe chaming women with his admiral floetry [sic].
I dreamt of motorcycles with alarm systems and the way her hair hangs when it's wet.

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