that's what the homeless man at the gas station told me last night. true story.
maybe it was the full moon. maybe it was the way i looked last night. maybe it was because i gave him a dollar.
i only looked nice because i was going to see someone else. i always try to look the absolute best that i can when we hang out because i want him to look at me and see someone beautiful. but the truth is, i don't think it matters at all to him what i look like.