At first I told this Stegal guy, no way, man, forget it, not gonna happen. Acting like I barely remembered her, which, of course, was a lie. A long time ago and plenty of water under that particular bridge. Another falsehood, but at that point who was he to me? Some West Coast twerp with sun-tanned vocal cords and a swimming pool in his back yard.
|Restitution by Cliff Burns|