My friend comes over.
We take my car.
$5 to enter.
Walk and warm-up.
He meets us there.
Move on.
Film me.
He won't sleep with her again.
Bloody cuticle.
Have a bite.
My hands look great.
Film my friend until he sends.
I definitely got it; that lady's wrong.
Go deeper.
Survey the South Pacific: too deep, too grainy.
Gaston the crack and fail.
Show them up with muscle memory.
What does she see in him.
No, I don't love her.
Deeper.
Simple shit, conglomerate.
Getting cold in the wind tunnel.
Come back.
Finally he leaves.
Then we do.
I got Bootleg.
My friend got Sternum.
And he got nothing.
