The only party I look forward to with the same vigor that I would look forward to the 'Formal' in High School is the infamous MANOR HOUSEWARMING. It went something like this. Hey kid not ideal circumstances dream Dad went blind couldn't see my art couldn't design gardens lost mood ring my girl in the grass virginity bed throw blanket fuck off man's business where did everybody go self worth I mean I am not ugly, why and where is there a limit to your love. HARD RAIN'S GONNA FALL. Oh what a night, and I never take any photographs of it.
