It Should Be Illegal
Okay….Sooooo….. just got back from a quick weekend in Nashvegas. OMG!! Fun was had by all, propositions were made and I graciously declined, and a plethora of finely sculpted, tattooed, god-like bodies that in my dreams were licked from head to well…..
Coming back to a reality where I feel the real me may cease to exist. It is in these fleeting moments of days past in that coming back to small town reality I feel that I may have settled for stability which stifles my everyday existence, rather than the excitement, randomness and attention brought to life at the hands of two very good friends I could not live without. To give your heart and soul to a town like Nashville is like a drug. I crave it like no other.