The date: Last Tuesday. Around 6 PM.
You were standing on the street corner, wearing pink clogs and an apron. Your hair was in rollers, and you were shaking your fist at traffic for no real reason.
I was across the street, being dragged away by the police. Remember? I was wearing the ski mask and the "Hail to the King" sweatshirt.
Our eyes locked just for a minute as I was being driven away, and even though you were babbling, I knew you felt what I did.
If you read this, see you in 3-5, if I'm a good boy.
You were standing on the street corner, wearing pink clogs and an apron. Your hair was in rollers, and you were shaking your fist at traffic for no real reason.
I was across the street, being dragged away by the police. Remember? I was wearing the ski mask and the "Hail to the King" sweatshirt.
Our eyes locked just for a minute as I was being driven away, and even though you were babbling, I knew you felt what I did.
If you read this, see you in 3-5, if I'm a good boy.
