Mosquitoes
Adrian and I carry our iced coffees and joint-making supplies down the white hallway lit by morning sun. He opens the metal screen door to the front porch for me. I hate this door. It is like a spri…
Adrian and I carry our iced coffees and joint-making supplies down the white hallway lit by morning sun. He opens the metal screen door to the front porch for me. I hate this door. It is like a spri…