I'll Call You, Jessica

On week end nights, my friend would meet me in front of her yard to buy a capri sun. We were so cutting edge with our flammable bangs adonus. Onour return walk along the main drag, we would often be picked up by one of the senior boys and taken to an unsupervised party house. So many lovely swares were hosted. There no shar crutery or wine, sepesser, scas chito and ever clear mixed with fruit punch and coolad ah. Many a case of mono was sad its origen storyan litt ao. Don't you miss those days sometimes? Yes. I do.