My type ain’t here in this bar and the prisons aren’t close enough. Jagger’s Revolution. Kevin Hunter
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Rock and roll music plays in a local sports bar. Four friends move through the packed place to a familiar spot.
This guy called me, but he didn’t leave a message.
If he doesn’t leave a message he’s trash.
I got a sharp pain of depression right after it.
I get that every time I have to call a date back.
Troy swigs his drink and faces the boys.
Not actually into the fetish thing, but I do collect sneakers. Oh! And they need to make sure that what they’re “looking for” really IS what they’re looking for. Edit: Just to clarify, if you’re NOT in the 18-25, swimmers, athletic, muscular category and white-esque, Hispanic, then I’m probably not interested in anything physical.
Me? I only enjoy sex. So how about friends? Fuckbuds. Fuck relationship. I don’t know. I don’t care. Call me and we’ll take it from there.
Boats, quads, guitars, beaches and lakes. If you’re an Aero Hydraulic Technician even better. My type ain’t here in this bar and the prisons aren’t close enough.
I need a dude with class, respect and dignity. Age is irrelevant. Maturity is.
From the Script Adaptation of the book Jagger’s Revolution….
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