Date Posted:01:33:20 12/21/03 Sun Author: Zan Subject: he was just walking, escaping from the confines of the apartment he hated and the life he didn't want to return to. His hands were ducked deep into pockets of jeans, tennis shoes scraping the concrete as he walked, a hoodie hugging form. He hadn't really taken notice of the people around him until he spotted her, the kid throwing him off a bit. He turned towards them, leaving the concrete walk behind and approuching the pair, still smiling So Jaida the singer, with no phone number has a kid...cute In reply to:
Jaida
's message, "My outsides look cool My insides are blue... Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you" on 01:28:58 12/21/03 Sun
