And I Still Got Love For Tha Streets

[paterbudapest]

The microphone stood there on the stage. A spotlight was opened on it, giving it a glare that made everyone in the front of the crowd shield their eyes. Its black finish reflected the light in an imperfect way, giving way to bends and fragments of color that hadn't been there before. A fat man wandered onto the stage, unsure of his footing in

Comments

[anonymous]

That ending is such classic Matas. I like it- It's very intriquing. Where the hell are you by the way?