||[Jun. 8th, 2007|08:21 am]
and we sat on the hood of the car in the pouring rain, blasting the music so much we shook. and that was enough, you know, just sitting there, the cigarette smoke dissipating into the inky blackness of the night, huddled together on the hood of isabella.
its funny what music makes you remember.
hey its alright, my life has never been a bed of roses...