wild_zero

and it never gets old: mallrats, for the nth time, ceaseless amusement. i suppose in this state, the sambuca draining off the back of mind, i recall the most interesting and somewhat regretful things. she was a great friend of mine; i'll admit to searching for her now and again, but nothing ever comes up. we used to hang out together in her apartment in the fsu student ghetto. she was wispy, bright, and very attractive. i'd wax philosophical about robots and whatnot and she'd tell me of college, lsd, drugs, and life in general. just one of those people that really had an impact on my life. someone, i dare say, i fell in love with and never quite acted on it. just one of the few regrets that comes to the surface on a lazy, lonely saturday night.