sun filled dresses. chiffon with roses and a square neckline to showcase a delicate throat. tanned bare feet walked under an arizona sun. coolness of jazz couldn't squash the heated arguments in a bare apartment in a town you didn't know full of people you didn't care about. hundreds of miles away from home and still you couldn't get out of this damned town. the ordinary. the predictability of country hens wearing little white aprons chasing chubby kids or baking pies or expecting you to fit the mold. the let down man sitting in his easy chair wielding a remote and falling asleep after his beer.

you always wanted more.