ask for butter…

everyday when i come home from my commute…my eyes seek out the license plate of a car a few blocks from my home…it reads…ask not…i love it…yeah, jfk rocked a block rocking beat that day…but more than that…it reminds me of an old saying…if you don’t ask…you don’t get…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s