"Baby, these streets ain't nothin', it's just a wide spot in the road. Sometimes my heart beats like thunder, don't know why it don' explode. If you ask me, everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave. I'd rather take my chances with you, take me all the way to Burma Shave.

Honey, nothin' to it."



Two months have passed since I grabbed your shades, your unlit, lipstick stained Camel.