Oh God. Almost oblivious to the hell outside. Sex On the table besides my bed is my very dead iPhone. Then his other hand is grabbing at me. It is the way I know and since I can not use a GPS! 2019 and stupid Apple didn’t figure out gown to have a life long battery, typical. I look at his face and he’s looking at me and its like we have that connection again. Well I’m sure he’s horny if he’s alive! We go over the safety rules. Typical of him. On the table besides my bed is my very dead iPhone. My man is standing slightly looking away from the car, he is looking at his store. The roads leading out of Philly are completely blocked I notice with a shudder. Were the hell is he? I stare at it willing it to turn on. Where the fuck do I go? Start running. Old people who used to sit in chairs and smell like pee, were standing and not needing the walking stick, they were walking around, sprightly cutie. He used to send a text to me every morning, never forgot.
