sometimes my mind fails me. it forgets the messages it told itself to send to my legs to get up and walk over to her. any of them. so i sit here all duded up, grease in my hair. i look damn fine, i know i do. i do well with the girls at the rock show. but this is completely different. this you have to have balls for and when i step into the bar mine have not yet descended. i keep thinking that tonight i'll ask whoever i damn well please. i know they'll dance with me. all i have to do is ask. and then ask them to lead. because i am a very inexperianced dancer. i have danced. i mostly know what to do. i just don't wanna look like an idiot. but then the dance floor is filled with them. staggering around with a fox in their arms. and everyone is drunk. except me, i'm under 21. next time i'll ask them. it sounds so lame and junior high, but for the longest time my confidence has been shitty. i told myself i needed time. but it's been long enough. so next time i'll ask and ask and ask and dance maybe, a time or two. i have to, so i can look at myself in the mirror the next day. peace love and marijuana sauce...