Harry. Where are you? Why do you always say we'll get together for dinner and then we never do? I miss our conversations over Kokanees that would close down the bar, after which we would help ourselves to coffee, ultimately get kicked out of said bar, only to go across the street to Tim Hortons to continue to talk until 3am.
I guess, given our divurgent lives, that it's likely I'll never see you again.
I'll never forget the time you showed up on my (parents') doorstep with a beard and salmon (?) after your fishing trip.
I hope you have the happiest life filled with the best kinds of goodness.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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