oh hey, previous life. how go things?
i don't like this in the slightest.
let me go back north, where every street isn't tainted with memories and where every minute isn't filled with the grievances of the pestering puppies.
i now remember, clearly, why i wanted so badly to leave from this place.
the friends are here, but so are the worries. i'm not sure if it's still worth it.
...
also, a word of advice for anyone on a motorcycle: don't pretend to kick the car next to you. seriously, guys. i witnessed this, today in fact, and observed as the angered car driver swerved toward the motorbiker so much as to force them off the road. so, a word of advice to motorcyclists, including my philosophy teacher: don't be mislead in thinking your steel-toe boots are stronger than a steel car frame.
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0brightlywound0) wrote,
nostalgic
