Niccolo
After a while, we have dinner with her family, and we get in the car, and I drive us home.
She fell asleep on the ride. I glance at her with a small smile. She drolls a little in her sleep, it's adorable.
I try to avoid the potholes, so she won't wake up. She deserves some rest.
No matter how hard I try though, I run over the stupid holes, making her jilt.
Fuckin holes. Why don't they use my taxes to pour cement in holes?
Probably because I don't pay taxes. Well, not on my most sizable income.
Al Capone. I sneeze. God, whenever I think of taxes, I think tax evasion, then I think Al Capone.
Then I sneeze, because that is such a fuckin p***y way to go.
I pull over, taking off my jacket. I put it over her body, and she snuggles into it. I kind wanna stay here, on the side of
