Saturday, August 1, 2009

My kind of town, Chicago is

You know where I want to be?
I want to be in the 1940's, Frank Sinatra by my side, ripping shit up.
Oh boy, me and Francis, hitting up the town.
Looking for a broad that'll show me the way.

Roll some dice, smoke a cigar, whiskey on the rocks.

Tip of the hat and off we'd go.

What a life that would be.

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