it feels like u dont luv it enuf, so sad for itself, cold lonely nights spent on the res, drowned down in drink, drug home by a stranger, drug drunk, drug dryish, drug for miles it seems. drug along while he's carrying another, put in truck. slept all night, no names or numbers, lots of prospective adopters, life is good. will he run me down bailey today? he always runs that old beatup old muttthing or that other muttthing.... Take me.
ps. i CANT call if the # isn't written in the boat!!
pps. I DID NOT TRESPASS>