GL and I go way back. Far back. Back to the days when fart jokes were gold. When girls had cooties and where stick fights determined law. Harry potter was read more than the bible. I had a huge Afro and wore poorly fitting clothes. We fuckin' spent all spring break of 04' in my 8x10ft room playing World Of Warcraft for the first time, passing out in our computer chairs to the sound of orchestrated war music. We woke up eagerly waiting rink a can of soda for the next line of quests.God damn I miss how simple things used to be. Before I grew insatiable.
I spoke to him for the first time in almost 5 years after he posted pictures of us of drinking in my basement. It was summer, the hot precipitation of the night lingers forever in memory. The stank musk with the heavy air in my basement still gives me flashbacks of those days. There was a picture of me holding my hands out presenting the blood coming from my head. GL had thrown a bottle of 151 at my head completely wasted. He had a sick sense of humor then. He still does today I found out.
After a long conversation of reminiscing about the dark days of high school, we planned to hang out. Fucking STRUCK.
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