mad memories

so...after being confused by the great soaring falcon n his extravagant use of words that the normal man (read me) cannot for lack of a better word, comprehend what the man is trying to say...also seeing the photos from outside ducci's appartment in the states...got me thinking...we've all moved in different directions, but in a way, were all still connencted, the boys as a group can never be killed by distance or time. knowing that there is a group of people who i will always be close to is jus amazing...and were close for all the silly situations that weve been in...like the sodom n gomorrah nite at red tape when guys were looking at me n papsy like we were mad...or the nite when we got high at whoevers place n it was like 1 in the am n we were walking making noise in westi near A7...infact, jus at A7 itself the shit that went down...guys getting kicked out by 911 cos of noise...the mad gaming days...skiving the crib to go drink then getting home high at 4am...good times, good times...now its taken me so long to type this thing that ive forgotten the point of it all...nyway, people, lets keep this blog alive.