He was reclined in one of the most comfortable lawn chairs I had ever seen. I approached him with skepticism. His face was shaded by a very white, very wide, straw-brimmed hat. The bright colors and shapes on his Hawaiian button-up shirt invaded my thoughts with palm trees and soothing tides; his bare legs, fortunately or unfortunately, depending
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
*shifty eyes*
i like this. and i already read it on your blog.
and also i like the song. even though it sounds like a cat.
Reply
To the best of my knowledge, those Yo yos don't exist.
Reply
Leave a comment