I like old cars, and dirty girls, I like motel rooms that tell a story to get drunk and make videos in. I like cracked tiles, waterstained wallpaper and slightly dirty floors that youd never eat off. I like the sound of a tumble dryer, or lovers fighting, or lovers loving. I like my hair pulled, I like to pull hair. I like Harleys, dirty and loud and never quite working right, I like a girl in jeans one size too big and a shirt one size too small. I like coke if its mixed with JD or snorted but rarely by itself. I like film because its old school like me, dusty and unusual. I like when my girl smiles at me or grabs my ass in the supermarket. I like the fact that life isnt certain, and I dont know where Im going. I like Chris Isaak because he is on the same journey as me. I like underwear but I like taking it off you better.
I kept this in my inbox for so long now. Usually I look through the thumbs of the deviations and just click the ones I really want to see. At the end there was yours and I always looked at it again, read the text und was wondering why guys like you always have to live at the other side of the world. You know, I normally don't comment on your pictures just to say how beautiful they are and because I don't want to annoy you with my girly admiration... but this time I do exactly that