Friendship.

cimg0040Most of the time he was just my; smells like ten hobos, drinks all my liquor, eats bacon three times a day and still somehow manages to get laid more than me roommate/oldest friend. Most of the time I didn’t care whether he came home or not. Now I’m really lonely. Good luck in Oakland old friend.

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One response to “Friendship.

  1. We will have more time. You got to get up here for a visit. Save for the pot smoke this place is pretty cool.

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