k-k-kick it
During a conversation with Brian, something really struck inside me.
Fuck. I’m 18. The night is young, the future is unwritten. The world is still putty in my hands.
What the fuck will I do with it?
Where to begin?
During a conversation with Brian, something really struck inside me.
Fuck. I’m 18. The night is young, the future is unwritten. The world is still putty in my hands.
What the fuck will I do with it?
Where to begin?
