Oh karan, the romantic. I can visualize you in a sharp suit with a hawaiian button-up. A 555 in one hand, and a briefcase in the other. Inside, there are important contracts and someone's thong.
I miss your flirty, sexy, friendship. And your smell too.
good to see you back. i wish i could afford to drink outside my apartment. london smells like mold beggar pee bus exhaust fresh paint my sweat cigarettes dinner on the table camembert onions sausage from the late night carts and the corner store smells like dust.