kisses from E . . . where is my k . . .

Sitting in beirhemel as the sun goes down the lovely Sabine dims the lights and continues to make sure everything is a’right. Desmond Deckker chimes in from the background such a meloncoly and reggae ghosty voice. I remember the first time that my sister introduced me to his amazing music, so influencial and epic.
But more importantly i got a kiss from E ! yeah yeah, reminds me of when bi_sickL
was wizzing around 416 telling me about the hardest hills and how 9 out 11 cute messenger boys wanted to give her their phone number. She still has grease on her hands and is hotter than ever, even though i think that she could beat me up these days, no one in the room is confused who would wear the perverbial “pants” between us.
p’s