“Yeah, except for the heart of gold, you’re right on it.” Brian fiddled with his t-shirt sleeve.
He watched Billie pull on her stubby, pink ponytail as she tried to release tension from her temples. A year before, just after he took the job at Tracks, he had found himself at the same party as her. They were both messed up and he temporarily forgot that she was the definition of month-long PMS.
He mumbled to Holly, “One time I was stoned and I briefly entertained the notion of asking her out because she had this giant cherry on her t-shirt. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Luckily I passed out in a puddle of my own sick before that came to pass.”
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He watched Billie pull on her stubby, pink ponytail as she tried to release tension from her temples. A year before, just after he took the job at Tracks, he had found himself at the same party as her. They were both messed up and he temporarily forgot that she was the definition of month-long PMS.
He mumbled to Holly, “One time I was stoned and I briefly entertained the notion of asking her out because she had this giant cherry on her t-shirt. I couldn’t stop staring at it. Luckily I passed out in a puddle of my own sick before that came to pass.”