11:04, Thursday august 12 2004, Its a cold, drifty night... Low sun with the smell of death and picture frames that hold pictures of dieing puppies and latino women. I saw a person in the distance..." Hit me with your best shot" i could hear as the wind blew past me. Could it be? Was it... Pat benatar?!?!? It was. Shes was breaking little hearts
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