The Whiskey Monologues: A CAJILLION AND FOUR, OR, AN ARGUMENT ENTITLED 'JAMAICA IS THE LUCKY ONE' →
So I’ve been drunk for seven and a half hours,
and I am certainly thinking about, oh,
a cajillion and four things but definitely not you.
You.
You and the way you always look best with your hands on my face and my lips on your sweet spot
ever since I first spotted
you or you spotted
…