Five years ago, a little message window popped up on my screen. Kat..is that you? We met for a three hour long lunch downtown the next day, and fifteen years were gone in an instant. Our phones were both on the table, and rang within seconds of each other. Neither of us answered...we were laughing too hard to speak. Twin Dropkick Murphys ringtones. We had the same exact song, after 15 years. It wasnt this one, it was Im Shipping Up to Boston. This is the one, though, that filled the car last night as I drove the final leg home from the hospital alone. The amber, the fire is starting to fade, but its now that Im at my best. Give the angel on my shoulder a break for the night, cause the devil aint getting no rest. I got thousands of stories, youve heard them before, and Ill tell them again and again. Come on pull up a stool now, and buy me a drink, and please think of me as a friend. Goodbye, C.g.. It shouldnt have been the end of the night, and it was far too early for you to go home. with Quade Baxter
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 16:13:58 +0000
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