remember when?

note to my reader(s): look away for fear of sappy melodrama ahead...
you've been warned.



on the side of marianopolis.
playing with the locker.
wearing her waaay too small trenchcoat.
having the irrepressable urge to write stuff, and enough freedom of energy and time to do it.
standing in lineups at purple haze, cuz all i wanted to do all night was dance. with my eyes closed.
when i listed my biggest regret as cutting my hair, and remedied it by letting it grow for another 3 years hence.
smoking till we were dizzy.
the joys of having 20 bucks in my pocket.
the freedom of having a car.
the arrogance and impetuousness of youth, which i absolutely owned.
not caring who knew.
that irreplaceable and utterly perfect evening at encore un foi, in westmount.
so very very long ago.

see? like i said earlier. fall is all.
bittersweet.
steam.

time keeps on tickin', doesn't it...
now we're thirty. just hold the line, boys. we've no more for the push, but we can sell ourselves dearly.