viernes, julio 28, 2006
[ 1243. Reminiscence ]
it was one of the regular night's off. And we went to town, aimlessly strolling around. Sat around spinelle's at heeren, blabbering incessantly about all the crap that happens in camp, without giving any thoughts to which prying ears could be picking up information around us. and no, i didn't smoke there, contrary to popular beliefs. smoking was only reserved to clubbing nights and coupled with alcohol.
Those were the days. And of course, we have all moved on. And no, we haven't forgotten anything. It's just that we've moved on and left those times as part of our precious memories of the friendship we had. And still have. |
Shannon left at 7:51 p. m..