Tilly came by on a Tuesday to tell me that my teeth looked funny.
It’s cool – I’ve got a bad reputation for …
Talking about what it’s like when excitement wains and your feet get quiet,
and your reasoning … begins to slow to a wasteful pace.
Sometime, long ago, it may have been right to fix it with substance or speaking to qualifieds – now we just take leaps of faith hoping we land on firmer ground. And that our teeth don’t look too funny to Tilly.
She’s good at telling.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 