party people

a striking presence is somewhat of an accesory in itself. the night life in this town is different than anywhere ive ever been. they spend their friday nights in classy dive bars drinking down glasses of watered down whiskey and smoking parliment lights. taxis fill the streets at 2am and crowds of people at the crosswalks stumble over to their cab. he looked for her, she looked for him, but they found someone else. weekends are a common story of old love. i watch from my window as they walk down the sidewalks.