Micah won tickets and front-row passes/sentences to Scott Weiland in Hollywood tonight.
Really, it was everything I hoped it would be. He even signed my cd after asking my name — and now I have a drunkenly-signed album cover from the lead singer of Velvet Revolver made out to either “Rod” or “Rog”. Either way, I win.
*
Why do people refuse to slake their desire for intimacy through means other than rash marriages?
*
The good that lies in front of me is currently superseding the pleasurable that lies behind me. One can ask for little more than that.
Advertisements
Leave a Reply