Everybody Wants Some

Concept: sitting on a pub bar, one leg dangling, swinging softly, the other perched on an old stool. Jean shorts, Mötley Crüe tee, braless, long dark wavy hair that smells like tobacco and lavender. Taking tequila shots with Hells Angels, licking salt off their necks, cocaine withdrawals. It is 3pm, Lou Reed plays on the radio.

Via malibumeth
 
There's a pan...?

(Hi C x)

There's a pan?!?! Must have missed that for some reason. :rolleyes::)

Concept: sitting on a pub bar, one leg dangling, swinging softly, the other perched on an old stool. Jean shorts, Mötley Crüe tee, braless, long dark wavy hair that smells like tobacco and lavender. Taking tequila shots with Hells Angels, licking salt off their necks, cocaine withdrawals. It is 3pm, Lou Reed plays on the radio.

Via malibumeth

It's been a long time since I got kicked out of a bar, but I'll play . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=li3Lq6tMe1k
 
I’ll meet you at ANY dive bar in Virginia. 🤠

I'll keep an eye out for ya'!

A story: I was hanging out with a friend of mine a couple of nights ago, a woman in her early 60's, now a sincere though non-church-going Christian but, by her own accounting, quite a party girl once upon a time. I started reminiscing about a dive down the road, closed long ago, that served the best cheeseburgers I ever ate when I was a teenager. My friend responded that, yeah, she used to go there, too, but to drink. To which I replied, "Yeah, so did my dad." Only later did it occur to me that way back then, she could have run into either me or my dad in that place, under completely different circumstances. That's a sleeping dog I'm gonna let lie. :rolleyes:
 
I'll keep an eye out for ya'!

A story: I was hanging out with a friend of mine a couple of nights ago, a woman in her early 60's, now a sincere though non-church-going Christian but, by her own accounting, quite a party girl once upon a time. I started reminiscing about a dive down the road, closed long ago, that served the best cheeseburgers I ever ate when I was a teenager. My friend responded that, yeah, she used to go there, too, but to drink. To which I replied, "Yeah, so did my dad." Only later did it occur to me that way back then, she could have run into either me or my dad in that place, under completely different circumstances. That's a sleeping dog I'm gonna let lie. :rolleyes:

Again, you MUST write your memoirs. It’ll sell like gangbusters!
 
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