write to me: firstname.lastname@example.org
"i stole tess from frankie the week after my dad died. i actually didn't even know he was my dad. my mom told me who he was after i read his obituary in the paper. pure bad blood heartbreak. over the next few months she told me a little more, but most of it i had to piece together. found some dust and ash here, maybe an old foto, or a word from a stranger. i wandered the streets he might've haunted, picked up some pieces of his life from the gutter and from the men he owed money to, and he owed a lot of money.
things with tess went good for a little, then it all unravelled, and i split out west to the gold coast. broke my jaw fightin in uncle benny's alley. stayed away long enough to miss tess so much it hurt...but trouble always finds you. so you keep runnin."
here are some love letters to all the lost soulzzz - the ones dreaming of 3am highway bliss. here's to the bright nights and better days. i had to say this. i had to paint this broken picture of a life. thanx for listenin. i love u. if i don't c u again...xoxo fozzil