REALLY really rotting steely pulse hopped in a cart to second street with mi abuelita, no te conocido, luckily inside the backpack was sunscreen 45, no.2 Ticonderoga (feeling rich, keys to all the locks- the bike the house and one forgotten, (wings and wicked from back pain), one tie one white shirt- all the buttons reinforced, (slick tied memories and getting reborn) currently without a watch