kissablyliterate

So right, the other day I'm walking down the street and I see this old guy just standing there. He's holding these pretty as hell flowers and when I first look at him I just think he looks real hopeful and all. Like he's waiting to meet his daughter who just gave birth last week or like he's going to catch a cab and tell the driver to gun it straight to the ocean. Anyhow I'm standing there on the sidewalk looking at this old guy kind of playing that game my sister Luce taught me where you make up people's lives and all. You've probably played. So I'm staring at this old fellow probably looking like a class A weirdo when I see how anxious he l