I never had one of those red hot All-American summers. No boyfriend's blue convertible, no keg in the...

I get that you're not supposed to punch a gift horse in the tits or whatever but sometimes I straight up don't want your shit. I don't want that dress you bought me, I don't want that firefly yo...

'Keep your nose clean' is what I can make out above the sound of the rain and the cars and the headlights rolling from one side of the big brick wall to the other. He says it to me from somewher...

Gray day in Paris, center of the square. Avenues and boulevards radiating out from this spot like great brick spires on a wheel that hasn't spun in centuries. 

You're going over...