Though I cannot recall everything, I can testify that I remember every single moment. Everything and nothing sway in a perfect balance in our own minds to form a cyclone of memories that can compare to the greatest human stories ever told. It happened here in small mid-western cities, under warm fraternal nights, and cold lonely evenings. Be it the true friendship we all had or the many beverages that fueled those short years, we were there. Standing on decks of small apartment complexes or sitting by fires in rural suburbia, we formed the foundation of the beginnings of our lives.
Branding each other with fires so realistically warm, you could feel it on your forearm. Breaking bread and bottle together, we wastefully made something and nothing of ourselves. - Mr. L-Dolla