surrounded in the francaisschoolboys like I, chase through stone corridors in jestpass tank topped bread makers andrum runners filling dark sackswho was I to speak to the going-ons of this foreign landtake me instead to the countrysidein an… Read More
Hey everybody, I received a comment on my blog this morning that was left on yesterday’s entry. It not only blew me away, but it also hyper-spaced me down memory lane. It was from an old friend of… Read More
It was one of the hottest days that summer. We hung outside the apartment all afternoon drinking London Dock mixed with Lemonade. You kept singing the sweater song by Weezer at the top of your lungs. Both of… Read More
“Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.” – Samuel Butler
Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you” and proved it.