Baby, Please
I thought, “Baby, please” one afternoon, reflecting upon the incredibly good fortune of dating my girlfriend. I had neither a complete thought nor succinct organization of words, just vulgar gratitude in the form of cheese-ball “Baby, please.”
Starting from there everything made sense—light me up, hold me close, take me home et cetera. And the culmination of my frenzied and disjointed celebrations of what this girl does to me was “let’s run away.”
Ya, let’s do this; the only truly romantic things are the all-committal things, which is why marriage, emails and text messages are all romantic—because of the intrinsic nature of “the cat’s out.”
Let’s run away. here is my ep out now
, watch for the next one April 9th 2013 at itunes



