Bob Marley gets arrived at just after Sublime, in the hearts and minds of high school football players. My brother denies it, but it was thanks to the Jimmy Cliff CD I made him.
my Target turqoise hand bag probably also hurt the world in some way, I admit.
it storms in the back yard, but not the front
rain on the pond, so we go for steaky interludes at Irain on the pond, so we go for steaky interludes at Iavarone's--where the contemporary Rat Pack-as-Tommy-Bahama hangs out. i go for the Cianti, but almost steal Gloria's whiskey sour
"Why do you want to pose our hose in front of that dead tree," my family asks. Rich decay, the way the sun scorches things and mulches something back up, I like it.
bromeliads are secret beasts