I’m getting off the elevator as a young punk looking kid is getting on and we bump into each other. I smile, he smiles, and then as I’m walking away he calls me a “butt monkey”. So I jumped back in the elevator with him and rode all the way up to the eighth floor. He seemed very uncomfortable. ∞
Sometimes the spirit of Bob Dylan moves me. The spirit of Dylan can be overpowering at times. This time it overpowered my good judgement.
The perfect love song from Zentria95 . httpv://youtu.be/cTCnWeiRM8U