by Rachel Lynch in

He says, "Hey Blondie, let's Russian Roulette . Pick it up, spin the cylinder, and put it to your head." I keep playing till something connects, someone's got to put this boy in his place.

Bruised hip-bones and a loaded gun, you take me more seriously than I take myself. Come on and trip with me, let me take you aside for a minute. There's only room for two, but you're more than welcome to ride with us. He loved the energy, the chemistry, the dangerous sex. And I'm not one to judge, stay on your hustle. Just keep your poker face on when she's on to the next.

He caught the eye of some other blondie dangerous and hoped right out the car, How bout' some change for the bus?

Photo by: Jake Raynor