Saturday, February 4, 2012

One day.


You live your life. A good life or so you think. Then one day you wake up and really take a hard look around.
You are living out of a crate, near a pier and smell like day old fish. Yea, you still have your looks but how long will that last.  You ask yourself..."How did I get here?" and "Why am I living this way?" "Who the hell's red crate is this anyway?"  
-Maltese by the water in Charleston


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