“Expiration Dates” by Levi Rogers
I light my cigarette lovingly, laughingly, with a light purple lighter. Burn, baby, burn . . .
I light my cigarette lovingly, laughingly, with a light purple lighter. Burn, baby, burn . . .
Stella and Chris were arguing again—something about the television. They made me want to pick it up and just throw it out the window onto the street, Led Zeppelin–style . . .