Sicko
by » B
About a year and a half ago, when I was fifteen, me and my best friend were sitting outside of her apartment dressed in her dads old clothes and covered in paint after a long day of painting her room. We saw our friend Pete in his car with a few of his guy friends. [...]
About a year and a half ago, when I was fifteen, me and my best friend were sitting outside of her apartment dressed in her dads old clothes and covered in paint after a long day of painting her room. We saw our friend Pete in his car with a few of his guy friends. [...]
