Two out of three ain’t bad.
Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking long Island ice teas. Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996. Drinking long Island ice teas. Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.… Continue reading