The summer of ’98 was slipping away as we made our way south.
Aspahlt and neon. Black coffee, cigarettes. Night- scented Louisiana.
I’d only been together with Alex for a few short weaks, but I knew she was a special woman (…) J.P.
17×22 cm / 96 pages / paperback / 2016The summer of ’98 was slipping away as we made our way south.
Aspahlt and neon. Black coffee, cigarettes. Night- scented Louisiana.
I’d only been together with Alex for a few short weaks, but I knew she was a special woman (…) J.P.
17×22 cm / 96 pages / paperback / 2016