It is 11:15pm, and I should be asleep. I am waking up to go to work @ 5am, and somehow I am not bothered by the lack of sleep, because as soon as Iget out of work, I will be on a plane to Florida. Very psyched to be getting the fuck out of New England (again). I get home on Monday the 31st, and have to say another "for the last time", and wish my friend a happy life. I suspect that we will not be seeing each other again for a long time, as that is the basic idea behind this sort of rift.
Time to lean in close for another one, world. Maybe this time around I'll find that wick I have been searching for.
Time to lean in close for another one, world. Maybe this time around I'll find that wick I have been searching for.