It's late afternoon. I'm walking home. The sun is hot and golden, so I can almost feel my shoulders burning. The air smells like summer. And then, Scar Tissue starts playing on my iPod.
It's go time.
It's late afternoon. I'm walking home. The sun is hot and golden, so I can almost feel my shoulders burning. The air smells like summer. And then, Scar Tissue starts playing on my iPod.
It's go time.