all growing up, as early as i can remember, every saturday morning my dad would wake me up at 7 am by blasting Roxette's Joyride on the stereo. he'd pick me up and dance around the living room with me. usually i'd be wearing one of his oversize harley tshirts since i slept in them.
this morning he called me at 8 and woke me up. this was what i heard so so loud.
2 comments:
I love things like that.
lovely
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