I think my ridiculous Fourth of July outfit got me laid.
Or maybe it was my drunken patriotic charm.
Will I ever know?
Love,
Alicia
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
My Dad Is A Hells Angel
at 5:29 PM
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Drunk in the Basement
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.
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