my life as a pop album, page 30
part #2 of my life as an album Series
I staggered and reached for you at the same time. But you escaped.
“Tell Locke he won’t be happy with my post,” and you stormed away into the night before I could stop you again.
As the gallery door clanged shut behind you, metal ringing against metal, all I thought in succession was, damn. I don’t even know her name and shit, Locke does, and he’ll be pissed.
As I turned back to the table of booze and food, I no longer had any desire to drink from the sparkling glasses. Instead, I wanted a pack of Bubblicious.
my life as a rock album
coming summer 2018
LJ Evans, my life as a pop album
