i listened to her voice on the plane home. now she can do the same. and i know she's gonna listen to "harlem streets" and "nyc tapwater" when she gets in the car to see the bitch who has been riding and dying for her since before either of us ever knew we were alive.

now she is. i am too.

i'm sorry. thank u.

fuck me. fuck her. fuck the world. we got paid.