All girls have powers.
“Jack Kerouac is my guy.”
My brain, exploding.
This is more vague than I had anticipated. There was a beautiful girl at the bar and she was talking about Jack Kerouac and I was digging on her and then she said that and her other friend responded with this un-knowing, half-laugh. Maybe this doesn’t make it less vague.
burgoynealexburgoyne 