I ended up leaving her for a skinny chic that liked the Ramones. She was nice and all, but the head felt kind of sedated. I enjoy her company, but I find myself developing a secret wanderlust. I checked out Miss Metallica, that silly White Stripes girl and even this woman I worked with that loved The Beatles. The latter had potential, but she always looked half dead to me.
I miss my girl in black. As much as I'd love to live in the past I just can't. For now I'll just ride things out with Ramona until a girl in a Frank Zappa tee comes along to blow... my mind. You perverts.
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