Wednesday, February 02, 2005


Several alarms went off in my head the moment she strolled into Congo Grill last Saturday night.

The type of alarms that are tripped by a pretty face. A delicously creamy complexion. Flowing, raven hair. A fine figure. A mean tribal tatoo peeking out between the back of a little black shirt and straight-cut jeans.

I was with Souljacker that night. Beer, cigs and whatever it was we were talking about were all forgotten as we both fell silent out of sheer awe.


A different alarm went off when I saw her three companions.

She was on a double date.

And she had a girlfriend.

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