this girl was like a nightmare.
a beautiful nightmare.
she's stuck in my fucking mind and she can't get out.
not even some weed does it.
"jack, yo."
i shook my head and looked at a laughing sam and clouded johnson.
"huh?"
"what the fuck is wrong with you, bro?"
"this girl."
"he-he's talking about th-is girl-l that he s-saw a-at the bak-kery." sam said inbetween giggles.
"well, smoke s'more."
"i can't. she's stuck in my fucking mind."
"jack."
"i just cannot get her outta my fucking mind."