Valencia

i need to bring you back to my first date with Iris. it seems that i'm not done with her yet. it wasn't really a date, we were both too skanky for dates. we got a big glass jug of beer, malt liquor for a buck and a quarter, and sat on the curb outside the rock show, trying to figure out a way to replicate the admission stamp with spit or a sharpie. before we got on the bus that dragged us into the fog-soaked Haight she'd said, i'm really selfish, and i looked at her pretty wet eyes and laughed like she was a skinny girl bitching about the fat on her hips, because she was much too cute to be an asshole and plus i am a fool for love.


Michelle Tea