denim love fable

there was denim, black and my car needed a wash. so i spit shined it for ten dollars in change left over from arcade trips and change from packs of smokes. i know the hood is odd, but damn if she don't treat me better than any woman has the heart to. odd then, it's the denim some woman without heart left that i stare at most.

2003-02-21 | 4:00 p.m.
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