When I was in high school, I was drawn to chicks with drama like a moth to a flame. This morning, I smelled the perfume of one of those girls. It’s crazy how olfactory memories work.
There are those who would say I’m still drawn to chicks with drama, and, I suppose, I couldn’t argue too much. I’ve diversified a bit, and the drama I seek nowadays is much lower-key. But still, it’s there.
(And maybe, just maybe, I bring a little of my own.)