I remember sleeping in my second floor apartment-it was an old crappy house with no AC. I got hand foot and mouth disease (google it, it's fun stuff) from that house NO LIE!but, I remember walking up with a puddle of sweat pooled right underneath my chin, above my adams apple.GOOD TIMES!!!maybe I should have slept outside :)
I've had nights like that and there was nothing fun or charming or good about them.Yes. Bless all those men.
I recall nights in Atlanta, when I was living in an attic space, when I would sleep buck naked, no sheets, completely spread eagle on the futon because even to touch my own skin was a hot misery.
I love this.
Love the picture, but I would hate the reality.
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