Recently, I was in Africa monitoring elections when right on the street, this guy started beating a woman. I got out of my car, pulled her inside and drove her to the hospital. But after the doctors treated her, she was too afraid to press charges. I’ve seen this over and over in America, too.
The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.
Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I’m trying not to think about you, can’t you just let me be? So long, my luckless romance, my back is turned on you. Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do.
When Lollapalooza started, and I was really into Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jane’s Addiction, Soundgarden. I went to that Lollapalooza tour twice, I think.
