Tuesday, November 3, 2009

5.

Trevor is waiting outside. He is leaning on the table I left him at. The damp wood makes his orange stripe and black body stand out. I can already smell the CRC tainting my fingers. Im careful not to get it on the paint, dont want it to strip. Its really hard to think with my ipod in my ears. Im sick of not knowing what to write so I might just, finally clean my bike.

No comments:

Post a Comment