I am standing here tonight, at The Blue Note, and wondering how in the hell I got into the mess I’m in. I don’t want to be here, I don’t really want to be anywhere, except with her. Her, I can’t even say her name right now because it hurts so damn much. In all …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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