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“Young love”

So I guess it’s time I should stop drawing only characters on colored background and start seriously to work on “real” background… well.. not to real though… 

WHERE’S MY THUMBELINA

(Based on True Events….swerve) 

I arose to the morning sun peeking through the open window sill; it seemed like my little spoon had run off on me. That was very much like her, the little rebel she was. I rolled over to check my messages, of course none from her. I left my room, headed to the kitchen, and grabbed the amaretto. Two Rocks, no mix. Standard. I mean, it was 11:42am, drinking time in Ibiza started 102 minutes ago.

I walked on to the verandas where my Canadian friend sat. “How was your night?” he asked.
It was great, can barely keep up with her, she was like the bloody energizer bunny. I just met her but she had me uttering the words that x girlfriends usually said to me!
“Do you want to head home now?”, and sure enough I got the same look I gave them. It was quite refreshing, a taste of my own medicine. The girl could consume like a champ and wasn’t afraid to throw a solid chirp around, rare qualities.
“The question was where did she go?” I whispered.
“No, no, no, the questions is what happened to you two last night?“ he said.

I swallowed the rest of the amaretto and lit the Marlboro ciggy, while I prepared to reminisce. My mind idling like a diesel engine waiting to startup, I said "I can remember bits and pieces but if she was here we could definitely figure out this rubix cube of a night.”
"Come on give us a laugh, tell us something” my friend barked.
“Well she showed up to the flat last night and things were kicking off”, which was ironic because the previous night we were warned for a noise complaint. I believe we had a disco in our living room, not the pinnacle of ideas especially when you’re residing on the 7th floor. We slipped out onto the balcony for a smoke, the Mediterranean sun almost down. I couldn’t fathom the next thing she did, not that I was totally against it. She did give me a jolly good kissing after.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Well she looked me in the eyes and pulled me close and gave a toast. She said “Tonight we love, tonight we dance and tonight our passion is one.” Were we going into battle? Was brave heart giving his troops his final speech, never the less I was the one usually giving the toast and this was totally refreshing. Then she took something out of a bag and shoved it in my mouth, it was shaped in fish. I didn’t even ask her what it was, I was in shock. Had this girl—had this rebel—who did she think she was? What in the flying fuck? My brain was trying to process the information. Then she pulled me in have a harsh kiss finishing with a bite. "What was that?” I asked. “A kiss, duh,” she said. This girl was quite facetious. "No no, the thing before that, THE FISH!” I replied.
My Canadian friend was on his knees dying of laughter. "As if the little Italian stallion drugged you Che Cazzooo!!!”
I was skeptical about the fish but how bad could it be, I mean it was a fish and I did love Nemo. She took me inside and everyone was doing the traditional, should we call the cabs? Is it time for the cabs? Then there is always one person overly concerned about guest list along with Mr “Man it’s only 12:30.” I was in the kitchen with Bruno and his wifey mixing some more amaretto, contemplating how far miss fishy has swam downstream. My phone vibrated, it was her.

Thumbelina: "Outside kiddo, time flies.”

I didn’t even think twice and that’s when I departed like Decaprio and slipped down stairs. I expected her to be with some people from the pre drink, this girl was taking no prisoners, but I get down stairs she’s solo dolo. I guess this kind of turned into a date night: Me, My Thumbelina and our pet fishes we were harboring. “I take it were not waiting for anyone?” I asked. She laughed and asked the cab driver to turn up the music. We were going to Prestige Nightclub, with the capacity of 10 thousand. I started to feel one with music and had a sudden urge to stick my head out the window like a dog, speeding through the Spanish streets. It wasn’t long until we were almost full out dancing in the cab.

We got into the nightclub and it was unreal. It was this big transparent dome with a massive dance floor. So it was basically like dancing under the moon light. The dance floor was our bed and we fornicated all night, twisting, turning and dipping it was all quite suspect but hey no one’s perfect, still waiting for dancing with the stars to ring me.
But that’s where I blanked. I don’t remember anything else at the club. The next thing I recall was her blowing smoke on me while we lay in our room.
“We chatted about school and life, then she rolled us a J and then it was lights out, and now I’m here with you wondering about fish. “
"Just fish you say sounds like someone crushing a little,” he said.
“Hmm, I don’t know. You could be right I suppose,” I might be a "smidge” smitten. She was quite charismatic and quite pleasant but very unpredictable hard to get attached as I reiterated.
“Whoa, whoa, are you referring to yourself?” he rebutted as he laughed. WOW as if it did in fact sound like I was selling myself a much more refined bottle of fun, what a look in the mirror this was.
Where was the reflection? Where was my Thumbelina?

AJR -Weak | {July 1st 8:03 pm}

Baby I’m just looking for your loving

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