"and at your funeral, I will sing, the requiem.."
one night in columbia and look what happens. good conversations, tearful recounts of life, beer, playing cards, fighting, playing drums... all in one night.. and the night has not ended yet. we are still in this cauldron of emotion that this group of friends from High school are having. its too much sometimes, being forced to choose.. enought about that..
girls are trouble, but its trouble I want..
alex
sorry, i'm inebriated and my rants are not making sense..
i haven't made much sense lately..