September, You Dirty Little Whore
As September cools, and fall begins to awaken, I sit here looking back with a trigger finger gettin' lose and ready on the match. September, far worse than August, was a surly little chic in too small heels. Okay, that's a little kind. She was a surly chick in too small heals needing carbs and a puppy for all the attention she demanded. Y'all, September needs its own zip code for the love it needs these days. August might have tried my soul, but damn at least she gave me some breathers and pleasant moments of remiss. You know, like when the one-time beau met up with me in Denver with a lolli instead of flowers. Yeah, in an aside, pot is legal in Colorado--if you did not know--and so that lolli was a mango flavored THC laden fairy princess ride. Of course, what I should also remind you is that when one consumes a lolli one should not partake of the entire thing at once and while alone. Okay, you can . . . But, ya kno...