>>8528682>he came in here to hear this awful story>pic relatedI've got my at the time best friend with my same name with me helping out with my foolish endeavor. Normie 1 (me) and Normie 2 tearing their way across the desert to the land of broken glass with little more than a second hand SUV and the money from our part time job checks in a vein attempt to keep these two flames cool enough to be contained. Fuck were we young and stupid. Friday morning we left and tore ass the whole way there. We blasted music the whole way there. I can still remember going through the gorge in Arizona with her half out the window the wind whipping through her rainbow hair permanently stained from months of different cuts and dye jobs....she was beautiful. When we hit the city her eyes are so bright from all the lights and people. A million things are running through her head and I want them all. A night in a cheap trailer courtesy me and my buddies old life in Vegas was enough to have me and her fawning over each other once again. I let myself believe that I could contain the natural destruction we create when we're together but I was wrong. A saturday in Vegas with fake ID's in cheap bars wandering around the strip making memories of songs and places we'd never return to was pure bliss. We held hands on the roof of the skybox at the Riviera (when it was still standing) with a bottle of Kettle One that we got in because of my connections with the engineers in the skunkworks and I thought now was the time. We could be together but she didn't want to. We were too broken and she didn't think it could be fixed.
I was 17 and about to go to war but I didn't learn a thing. When she ripped out my heart after months of torture I looked at her and lied again. I'll love you forever.
We'd go our separate ways after that because of my nature when scorned but she would never leave me. No matter who I was with I would always think about how she was better.
Years pass. I'm 22. Cont?
