catchafire

Last night I was up till about 5am talking to my roomate. We drank wine and smoked the hookah in our subterranian lounge (aptly named The Red Room). We basically went to confessional. We opened ourselves up wide for each other to see. Know Mr. S, as he shall be known, has been my best friend since I was in grade school. He is, in all essences, my brother that I never had. Last night we got closer than two people ever can without knowing all the subtle aspects of anothers life.

I confided in him all the shit with my father, assorted family, this strange wayward feeling I've been getting, my outlook on what I really need, love, lust, and a whole slew of other things.

I feel....refreshed.




and like a pirate!