he was a lousy storyteller

Comon man its yoursown it embellish it Give it some coloursome senses paint a picture 

I’m telling you . .

. . Yah Joe Fridayish Just the facts maamjust the facts fuckin reportage When ya tell a story tell it not some bloodless notification

Like what?

Yasaid ya took an elevatorya kissed her in the elevator

                                                          Wha music was playing

I don’t know, I wasn’t listening.

Okay that said what musicits your story whawould you have playing

What do you mean What would I have playing?

Yare in the elevator with a woman you find attractive a couple drinks under your belt suggestive conversation during the drinks your soundtrack wha music would you like to be kissing her to

I don’t know.

Its your story Wha music

I don’t know, I think saying I don’t know ought to be sufficient, ought to suggest I DON’T KNOW.

Jesus Rod Stewart Maggie May From Every Picture Tells a FUCKINfuckin Story Its late September and I really should be back at school  I know I keep you amused but I feel Im being used . .

No. Not Maggie May . .

. . WHA

I don’t know; but not that.

Ohman yare a lost cause deaf dumb blind   Insensate

I’m not insensate, while we were seated, sitting side by side in the booth having drinks I felt frisson in my leg, my groin.

he looked suddenlysuperior

Ya have your cellphone

My cellphone, yes; what’s that got to do with anything.

Ya muted itset it to vibrate That wasnt frisson it was your phone

1546,  Saturday,  6  11. 21

1020,  Monday,  8  11. 21

Rod Stewart  Maggie May  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOl7dh7a-6g