Then there was New Year's Eve. Another fifth element to my apocalypse.
Danny took me to a concert at the Metro and there I got drenched in Russell Simmins sweat.
We celebrated afterwards by juggling a small bottle of very expensive wine and yelling
"...yaaa yaaaa 1998 mutherfuckkaa..."Swig. I don't have deep feelings for Danny but that night, that first morning in brand new 1998 triggered some sort of testosterone un-balance. I was horny. I licked him on his lips and he grunted then took me down. That was a memorable New Year's. yaaa yaaa Hi, and I'm Patty. Get to know me more. |