Ode to the D4 brothers, you know who you are,
Well well well, I have now spendt over 3 months in the land of Eire, I moved lock stock and barrel from the land I had been living in for 13 years to begin essentially all over in a new country. I had no commitments, I rented, had a shit job, no girlfriend, no ties, aside from some of the best possible friends, I never imagined I would ever having the honor of having. My crew is very three guys that I would bleed for, hide a body for, give my right lung for. They were the only reason that I had held on to my situation as it was for as long as I did. I miss them a great deal, the daily insight, the asskicking, the friendship. Their constant pushing for me to at least try and fulfill the potential they see in me, was what sent me across the North Sea, Britian and the Irish Sea to a strange place called Dublin. So right were they that they sent me here, to Ireland, that I personally feel more motivated, proactive, and satisfied that the only, fly in my ointment is that they arn't here right now to see the positive that they have done. I stay in touch, I call every couple of days, I was with my oldest friends wedding last weekend, but it isn't the same. Life goes on, theirs and mine, we envitably drift, despite every best effort, despite every intention. Damn be it that the motivation that they instilled in me is the primary cause of the rift. I miss my brothers, i miss the porch on my parents summer house, I miss the late nights with the dice, I miss the long days with beer, movies and doing jack shit. Ireland is now my home and I embrace it as such, since all I have in Denmark is my memories and three of the greastest people that I will ever have the honor of knowing. Now make sure to book those flights and get your sorry asses over here, I miss my buds,
Rock on my brothers,
Templar
Well well well, I have now spendt over 3 months in the land of Eire, I moved lock stock and barrel from the land I had been living in for 13 years to begin essentially all over in a new country. I had no commitments, I rented, had a shit job, no girlfriend, no ties, aside from some of the best possible friends, I never imagined I would ever having the honor of having. My crew is very three guys that I would bleed for, hide a body for, give my right lung for. They were the only reason that I had held on to my situation as it was for as long as I did. I miss them a great deal, the daily insight, the asskicking, the friendship. Their constant pushing for me to at least try and fulfill the potential they see in me, was what sent me across the North Sea, Britian and the Irish Sea to a strange place called Dublin. So right were they that they sent me here, to Ireland, that I personally feel more motivated, proactive, and satisfied that the only, fly in my ointment is that they arn't here right now to see the positive that they have done. I stay in touch, I call every couple of days, I was with my oldest friends wedding last weekend, but it isn't the same. Life goes on, theirs and mine, we envitably drift, despite every best effort, despite every intention. Damn be it that the motivation that they instilled in me is the primary cause of the rift. I miss my brothers, i miss the porch on my parents summer house, I miss the late nights with the dice, I miss the long days with beer, movies and doing jack shit. Ireland is now my home and I embrace it as such, since all I have in Denmark is my memories and three of the greastest people that I will ever have the honor of knowing. Now make sure to book those flights and get your sorry asses over here, I miss my buds,
Rock on my brothers,
Templar
but no matter what i try i'll keep thinking of a big fat needle going into my arm. i had to have blood tests when i was 18 and they made me lay down and look away. yes i am a baby
xoxo
Sunshine