Saturday, September 18, 2010


One night he was hanging out with his buds. He was older than them, and they ribbed him about it sometimes. He'd arrived a bit late to "life." Late learning the drums, late getting into university, just generally late at everything. He laughed to himself. When he was a kid he'd always hung out with the older guys. He got in the same shit as them.

Tonight they were baked. The stereo was on "bake." The sun was coming up. He was baked and the tunes were good...


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