lemon city

i remember sleeping in my friends camper cuz he left it open and i didnt feel like driving to the farm i lived on at the time. more then a few gun shots that night. no big deal, the crackhead at the corner store offered to start of my day off with a nice blowjob. i refused, but did appreciate the offer. just hearing the kind words felt even better im sure then my friend felt when they stole his $26k motorcycle. maybe he would have been safer if he lived in the house i used to live in over there, you know, the one with the broken air conditioner that kept me up all night, which was fine, cuz if i slept, i probably would have just been woken up by the free roaming roosters or had nightmares from hearing the witch doctor next door kill goats. which by the way, sound like babies when they scream. but hell, if you’re happy, more power to ya