Angel
IT FILLS THE ROOM LIKE A CHORUS OF YOU
Candy had a party and invited me. The only reason I went was to see if that girl was there. And she was. I went through half a pack of cigarettes on the walk there.
But she looked like an angel.
And I was glad I came. Candy made me a drink of whiskey and some coke—mostly whiskey because she remembered how I liked it.
Her name was Mae. The whiskey gave me the courage. And courage was all I need to speak to her. Mae was cute. She spoke enthusiastically and used her hands.
If beauty were a number, Mae would be infinite.
But she looked like an angel.
And I was glad I came. Candy made me a drink of whiskey and some coke—mostly whiskey because she remembered how I liked it.
Her name was Mae. The whiskey gave me the courage. And courage was all I need to speak to her. Mae was cute. She spoke enthusiastically and used her hands.
If beauty were a number, Mae would be infinite.