motley crue midnights

by Rachel Lynch in

White leather pants and my fuji polaroid camera, I'm here dressed to see his hotel performance. Guitars, gin and drums- smells like culture. I'm documenting the night like I should because in a few hours I'll be pen-less and wary of the details. Tomorrow I'll fly back and everything will be like a memory. We are only together when its convenient; And I do most my writing on planes.