In an effort to get away from the Taxi Driver and all those feelings that felt like home.. Me and Perfect 10 migrated to Philadelphia...
A wendesday night at Woody's is always invited as summer emerges from the cracks of springtime.
There I was, Furiously dressed in all black with a fitted cap and an attitude.
"This shit is over i'm ready to go!", I said as I glancing from wall to wall. The Dance floor bounced. For fourth time in one night Beyonce got me bodied, and was begining to get on my damn nerves.
But when the night life gave me lemons...
"Bartender"
The Bartender made me I Bacardi Limon.
" One more please!"
an hour went...
Now slightly buzzed; the dance floor became my sanctuary.
"Excuse me" Oooh I'm sorry, excuse me..."
People made room as I took my place in the heart of the dance floor. Reggae hummed through the speakers, and finally I had left Delware and my mind had migrated to the groove of Philadelphia....
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