Whilst looking for a piece of writing I seem to have lost, I stumbled across some old photos.
Talk about blasts from the past.
Heavy shit
The first love and I after her birthday shindig at my best friend's place. I was quite hungover.
I was also 18 if memory serves me correctly. Note the tent in the yard... we didn't notice that for a day or two, but it turned out the ex of a girl we were friends with decided to pitch it and live in the yard for a week or two... Its quite satisfying knowing that weird shit is still part of my life
A decade of bitterness hasn't really aged me that much, all things considered.
Talk about blasts from the past.
Heavy shit
The first love and I after her birthday shindig at my best friend's place. I was quite hungover.
I was also 18 if memory serves me correctly. Note the tent in the yard... we didn't notice that for a day or two, but it turned out the ex of a girl we were friends with decided to pitch it and live in the yard for a week or two... Its quite satisfying knowing that weird shit is still part of my life
A decade of bitterness hasn't really aged me that much, all things considered.