as the temperature hits 72 degrees after Nor'Ida blew threw (see all the leaves i have to rake up!). lil' decides it's time to grill some steaks and such.
I was once a journalist, who wanted to own a bar or a record store. Now, I'm just a seeker, no not really like The Who song, but only kinda like that. One day I'll figure it all out, write that great story and watch the sun set as the waves crash. Until then, I'll keep listening to Lucero, quoting good and bad song lyrics and taking pictures.
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