I’ve only ever known two Valerie’s. The one Amy Whinehouse sang about and an eccentric Yugoslavian who was my locker neighbour at a school I attended for three months.
All I really want to know is why we think of or remember the randomest things as we walk from the bus stop or in the shower or right before we start dreaming.
Changed my url to BROOKLNY cause I love bk and c0ldwars is so..