I wanted to do a big long post about my buddy Steve, but it would appear that my fingers are failing me. He is moving to Budapest. We do not hang out much, but when we do, it is grand.
Such as last night. Bar on College. We were loud. I was loud. But so was the music. I fear I may have rocked out to Metallica. L. is wonderful. The most wonderful wonderful that ever wonderfulled.
His people are good people. I must go now, and burn him a DVD of Firefly.
Perhaps I will re-write this later in an attempt to better hone my drunk stories. This fragment shit sucks.
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