ten years aren't anything in comparison to thirty.
Was at Mullen's with the crew, played some darts, played some pool. Bridget actually bought us a few drinks. DeRay was there, some other familiar faces. I think Marcell was there too...hmm. Interesting considering my ghost sighting this morning. Fuck I need to get to sleep. What's the point? The point of anything?
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end