June 2012
27 posts
A car went by just now blasting Pitbull and I suddenly thought about the times in hall when we’d drink a little too much, turn the lights off, and wreak havoc at 3am. Or the times when we’d head out to club and come back exhausted, feet numb… I can barely remember what those times feel like anymore, although I know they happened, they seem like someone else’s story.
But I...
