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dolariIT's very warm, musty and humid outside. When I finally DID go out, I was immediately swamped by the sensation. I had flashbacks like yo uwouldn't believe.
It was 1992, and I was sitting with Angie, watching the stars. Sitting with my (at the time) friend, on the tailgate of my old Bravada, watching the stars and telling stories about constellations.
Then it was 1995, and I was talking with Geri abotu video games, and just generally being supported and loved by friends around me who cared.
Then ir was 1998, and Deener and I were walking through the creek in front of our apartment, playing with fireflies in the dark...commenting on how fireflies are the only insects who seem to LOVE humans instead of running away or biting us.
It was the kind of flashback yo ucan only get with a smell, the one that takes away your reality and gives you the fantasy of memory. And it was a nice fantasy.
Yes, I got out. And I got Chinese food. I put in THREE resumes. It was a good day. :)
And about time, too.
It was 1992, and I was sitting with Angie, watching the stars. Sitting with my (at the time) friend, on the tailgate of my old Bravada, watching the stars and telling stories about constellations.
Then it was 1995, and I was talking with Geri abotu video games, and just generally being supported and loved by friends around me who cared.
Then ir was 1998, and Deener and I were walking through the creek in front of our apartment, playing with fireflies in the dark...commenting on how fireflies are the only insects who seem to LOVE humans instead of running away or biting us.
It was the kind of flashback yo ucan only get with a smell, the one that takes away your reality and gives you the fantasy of memory. And it was a nice fantasy.
Yes, I got out. And I got Chinese food. I put in THREE resumes. It was a good day. :)
And about time, too.
