The Score

5th row seats for Springsteen, opening night at Giants Stadium, Sunday, July 27th 2008

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse

FIRST BLOG FROM OUTER SPACE!

Out here it is cold, but everyone gets along.

TEASE

I don’t do things. Or tags. Or lists. Or lists about tags. Or tags made of lists. Or list the names of tags. I don’t even cut the fucking tags off my clothes. I walk around with fucking clothes tags scratching my neck, my thighs.

However, I will say that, when in uniform, I am an exceptionally sexy Salsa dancer. My parents are from Japan, so it sort of worked out well.