Jonny_Paycheck said:I'm sure I've shared this story here before, but back when I was a young backpacking youth, I was pursuing a certain gal that had just arrived from ATL and was making waves in our little scene. the nag champa vibes were high. Well, I was getting some slight rhythm and one day we made it back to her dorm room for a little extra. She didn't want to go the full kufi, and I respected that, so we were just in croutons on futons territory. She offered a back rub, and being a connoisseur of the finer things, I couldn't refuse. Well, she dimmed the lights, fired up another stick of blue nile, and I prepared to press my boner into her bed while she kneaded my shoulder blades. She felt like, to really set the party off right, she had to put on some tunes... the opening strains of "Respiration" by Black Star wafted out of the Aiwa. I suppressed a chuckle. But it wasn't until she whispered "escuchela ... la ciudad.... respirando" into my ear that I realized it was not to be.
You have, indeed, shared that one before, but this retelling shows a certain growth in your writing.
You have, indeed, shared that one before, but this retelling shows a certain growth in your writing.