Une Reve

Granparents, Advisor B, an old flame, and a whole world of dudes pranced into my unmentionable unconscious this AM. It was like Short Cuts, circa 1983, in a Colorado mountain suburb. Shit happened. There were a lotta inhalants.

Who knows why we remember what we remember? KansaCityBomber

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