a beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you’ve been drinking jack and coke all morning. she can make you feel high, full of the single greatest commodity known to man: promise. promise of a better day. promise of a greater hope. promise of a new tomorrow. this particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. in her smile, in her soul, and the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it’s going to be okay