In east North Dakota, born and raised, in the high school is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and studying writing inside of the school, when a couple of ideas that I thought were real good started making waves throughout my neighborhood. I got on one little flight and paid tuition costs in--and that was the start of grad school in Boston.
I'd never seen a cab until I got here. The experience is fresh and I smile in the mirror. If anything, I guess my life is awesome, but I'd still like to meet a great girl here in Boston.
I hope I'd rank on a scale about 7 or 8 and I'll yell after we meet "I hope to see you later." I look at my profile and it's sorta legit. Now I'll sit in my phone and hope the fire's been lit.