"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?" My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought...
Such a creative title, right? Anyway, this is basically a dumpster for my thoughts and things that involve classic rock. I'll try to keep it entertaining.
Once a girl pulled me out of the bar. Of course I quickly came to my senses and brushed her off, walking down the street not looking back. I kept my head down and walked against the wind. I pushed the door to a jewelry store. "I need an engagement ring..." I trailed off. "A nice one."