Pale Blue Eyes
In this town, there is nothing to do and nowhere to go when the sun goes down. When I met her, she said she wanted to take it slow. Sitting around parking lots smoking. We would drink and drive. When the sky starts to bleed we would drive to her house. Empty. Jump into the pool. Dripping wet, she opens up her parents liquor cabinet. Jack was hers and Jim, mine. Sitting on the couch, ruining its...