There is something really comforting in knowing what the outside of Alba’s house looks like. It’s kinda comforting in the way that I will collect cans for the next 6 months, picking them out of garbages and shit, to get my plane ticket to L.A., so that I can search the city over, with this picture in hand, looking for Alba’s home. I will find it eventually, and when I do, I will break in, run a nice bath, take a shit and greet her when she comes home, in nothing but a condom…I wear condoms instead of underwear, it’s cheaper. Either way, I think she’d really like that, and I would too….Alba….I know where you live and I am comin’ for you….CUDDLES.

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