Kennedy kept moving, running her hands into her dark hair. She found a place to sit, and she did. She took another drag, and took out her notebook. She started to write more things down, taking a drag every few seconds. She looked outside, to make sure no one touched her guitar. Her pride and joy. She grabbed another drink, a shot of whiskey and she chugged it fast.
"Fake downside smile....
Greed and hate mix all the while.." she whispered, she tapped her pen thinking more, and jotted more down.