Scraps.

I meet the new girl last week, she said she only did girl on girl stuff. I made her smile regardless. She later told me about her black crown, and what it meant o her at that moment. She made me think about life. Cute, dancing, like a flame, it could be extinguished in a moment, any moment. I later watched her with her clothes on.

  

I used to dance. I learned how to move; floating. Pushing and pulling always a compliment to her gown and the floor. What it killed it for me was a woman chewing tobacco.

I was smoking outside of the 711, she looked about 14 in her slutty Lady Gaga costume. I took her home, and thought... its best to pretend our dreams come true.