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She'sGotASmileThatItSeemsToMeShe had had dark brown, almost black hair, a nice smile, and light blue eyes. Her mother had died when she was young and her father was a cruel, drunken man. At first she'd been a friend of Seth's, but she'd had the great idea to share a joint with her friend's quirky little brother who for some reason went by the name Pickles. She had just turned 14, and he was 10 at the time. She would quickly become better friends with Pickles than with Seth, easily getting tired of Seth's egotistical jackass behaviour. Her name had been Maxxine, and she'd been Pickles' first love.
He wrote songs about her. That's what he wanted to do, he'd said, be a songwriter and singer in a band someday. She'd laughed and wished him luck in their shitty town. He'd told her that he planned on running away to LA someday. It was a plan many, if not most, people had in the 80's, and she didn't really believe him, but she told him that if he ever did it to grab her on his way out. They could run away together.
And The Godfather Was A Lie"An' dat's how I woke up in the Grand Cannon," Pickles finished his odd tale of drugs, booze, robbery, and grand theft auto.
"Wow," Nathan said. Pickles always had the best stories. "And you got away with all that?"
"Actually, no," Pickles answered.
"No?" Toki asked with a head tilt.
"Nope, but I gat a great story abote dat too if ya wanna hear it." The rest of the band agreed that they'd love to hear how Pickles could've possibly gotten out of that mess. "Well, okay.
"After me n' Tony woke ep, we realized we had no effin' clue where we were. Dis was the days befer cell phones n' GPS n' all dat. So we tried th' car an' thank Gad it werked. We made it to a road befer it crapped out on es, empty yanno. So we gat a ride to th' nearest town frem sem doods who recognized es, real hippie types. Whever, dey gat es high an' th' whole trip was way more pleasant.
"So we gat to dis town an' made a couple calls. Well, Tony did actually, I was busy bein' sick as a dag." He smirked and continued, "I
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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