We're alone, sitting with our empty glass. Our four walls follow us through our past. We were riding on a Paris train. We emerged in a London rain. And you were waiting there, swimming through apologies. We remember searching for the perfect words. We were hoping you might change your mind. We remember a soldier sleeping next to us. You put a snorkel on your Metro. Yes folks, of course it's from Florida.
The Most Unlikely Half Mill Never Spent: The General Lee-Roy [Internal]