No such thing as a nice photo of that boy.
I spent last night learning how to juggle, painting, drawing, about the tone of colour in music, how to play the mandolin, the violin, Irish dancing in the garden, hiding under bridges and wandering about star gazing, all the while drinking too much red wine, and smoking too many cigarettes. I watched the sun set, the stars glow, and the morning begin.
I eventually just passed out, woke up long enough to say good morning to my boyfriend, and then went back to bed.
Today, I slept for hours, and woke up to half a cigarette being waved in my face, the promise of coffee and a killer headache.