June 09, 2006 / 11:46 p.m.

its a one dollar and thirty cent coke, but I leave her a five. shes cute and could probably use the money. it's also a desperate attempt for her to remember who I am, so the next time I come back maybe she'll sit with me, chat a little over a cup of coffee. we'll make love with talk about the weather, and why we're still in this shit town, going places but not really going anywhere. I'll try to impress her with my stories, she'll try not to notice the customer who wants to be seated but is waiting patiently. we're both playing the game, trying to find the things we need in the people we meet. it's just a matter of time till we all find it.. you just have to know where to look.

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