Fourth of July

Jul 06, 2008 - 20:57 PM PST

I fell in love on the fourth of july.  His name was Patrick but everyone called him Patty, he called himself a walking cliche.  He was from Ireland and was gorgeous with an even more gorgeous accent.  I told him I can't wait to go there, he said "don't go it's shit".  He tried to get me to bong a beer, I refused.  He offered me some of his 40 oz of Olde English, I accepted.  When I started drinking he tucked his head under the bottle and held me close so I couldn't put it down, a sort of makeshift beer bong.  He was nuts and crazy and beautiful, I gave him my number.  He never called, my heart was broken on the fourth of july.