There are certain memories that heat your chest like a glass of wine on an empty stomach. I had one of those memories today it was of a summer past full of dark meetings, denim shorts and grape flavored gum. I smiled at the thought of how he did his hair when in fact the affair on a whole was nothing better then stepping in shit. But ah the memories still heat my core.
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You are remembering what is gone but I hope you don't remain in the past.
Photo!
I wondered what you did between torrid romances. I guess the empty jug is clue.
croaker. no i am not remaining in the past, i can smell his colonge and not fall to my knees anymore
doug. thats right i drink jugs of carlo rossi and watch baseball
lol, that was great.
That's good to hear Rio. You will love again.
cooper. im glad you enjoy
croaker. oh i have this is old news really
hey "rio,"
thanks for the comments. I did see your sister in-law and actually partied with her in Prague and Berlin. I'm eating one of her diabetic yogurts right now. Yummers. I think she is in Milan now with some dude.
peace from the east,
c
I like your blog too. It's very grown up (in a good way).
two glasses?
Rather nice site you've got here. Thank you for it. I like such topics and everything that is connected to them. BTW, try to add some photos :).
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