Broken Down Vintage St.

Welcome to Broken Down Vintage Street.

It's up and down and time for a drink and a maybe a cry and time for something to eat before I faint from lack of Vitamin C. It's needles through my heart and nails dragging down my back and someone holding my feet and kissing my knees but never looking into my eyes. It's missing someone and wishing they'd call but knowing that a week or two without contact means only one thing. It's shaking her hand and shaking my head and smoking one last cigarette before the money runs out for the month. It's being in love with a silent man, flying and falling and hitting the ground over and over and over again and fearing someday it'll stop and fearing that it never will. It's a soft purr in my ear and feathers on my shoulder and want in my heart that beats a little less rhythmically than before.

Broken Down Vintage is a Shit's Fucked location, but I've always ended up here and have a restaurant chain under my name around the corner. We sell pizza and wine.