It's on the house

Mar 29, 2005 20:42

I looked up from the heavy table to see a man, nearly 30, sauntering into the bar. He was wearing an old coat that still smelled of moth balls, fresh from the local thrift store, and some beat up pants and shoes. his eyes, once focused on his shoes, were now staring at me. his eyes were troubled; i could always tell. he stopped infront of me, ( Read more... )

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rayraymuffin4 March 30 2005, 05:14:10 UTC
good story! i loved reading it!
love you <3

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iamfloyd March 31 2005, 04:47:33 UTC
thanks g

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i_am_the_lamb March 30 2005, 05:30:25 UTC
oh spencer...please don't let your mind go to waste.

(and in case that route of speaking was confusing, i meant it in a very complimentary, keep-it-up way)

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iamfloyd March 31 2005, 04:47:50 UTC
i appreciate it man

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star_projectors March 30 2005, 06:19:51 UTC
I'm a definite fan

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iamfloyd March 31 2005, 04:49:11 UTC
thank you

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pasquinademokid March 31 2005, 05:11:12 UTC
Yo. I especially like the bit with the thimble. This is Sam, by the way. The little brown girl Ambassador that's not Gaby, haha. Add me?

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pitchick05 April 16 2005, 21:47:56 UTC
Hey Spencer, it's Jaclyn. I just happened to come across your journal, don't remember how though. Anyways, I'm just saying hey. Hope I get to see you a lot next year. Maybe we can hang out some and party since I don't see you a lot this year. Anyway, I'll see ya Monday.

xoxo

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