this morning #850.

this morning, we were really just flirting with each other over eggs over easy & an easy carafe of coffee, mugging with each other, tugging at the sleeves of each other’s shirts across the table, hurting a bit from what we’d done, wondering whether we’d need to flee, end up on the run from one of the men we’d wronged. we were like that couple in that one rock-reggae song from the late 2000’s. while we hadn’t shot a sheriff or anything, we had engaged in good ol’ fashioned robbin’ & there would likely soon be a sheriff on our tail. she was my green-eyed girl & i was running around with her. god. what was the name of that damn band? i stared across the table, back into her eyes. FOCUS MAN.