I think it's German. That's funny, just earlier this week I was at Sacha's, on a whim as always. She was actually home and she was of course having people over. I can say without a doubt that she's the friend that's always had the best ability to put my mind at ease. Now that I think about it, I've been running away to Sacha for more than a decade now.
Huh.
Crazy.
Anyways when she's here, she's always been there for me, ha! Like Mother Willow.
I was talking to Black Steve and Tessa out on the porch with a cigarette. I'd bummed one. Tessa said she used to bum them, but she'd given in, and started buying packs, so she released one to me gladly. We were talking about European sexuality. The French are romantic. German girls are wild.
Tessa asked, "How so?"
I said, "They'll match you. They'll dare you with an open mind and unafraid, come-fuck-me eyes."
"I can understand that."
March as been the worst month of my life.
