"Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen. That's the last sensation I had before I blacked out; that thick smell of asphalt. And the first thing I saw when I woke up was her face. She said she'd fix my bike. Free. No strings attached. I should've known then that things are never that simple. Yeah, when I think of Maureen, I think of two things: Asphalt, and trouble."
Por mucho tiempo esta frase marco mi demeanor... hoy la encontré gracias a Luis, y la comparto con ustedes.
saludos,
mike out.
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