Saturday, March 26, 2011

35 Years Ago


Thirty-five years ago tonight we met at The Oar House on Main Street in Santa Monica. 
All either one was looking for was a piece of ass. 
I got prime choice. You, ground beef with an Afro.
I can't imagine what this mercurial life would be like without you.
Forever genuine and without guile, you are the one true being.
Loving you is like humus.
Can't get enough.

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