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Monday, October 16, 2006
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that night we got so high-we got so high thoughts went haywire. i'd never felt like this before, all i did at every second i wondered if you would do the same. blue sky, tequila, carlsberg, magarita and vodka. we all went wild in the cabin, yelling our hearts away, drinking our sorrows down. there wasnt enough drinks t go arnd the handful of us in the room. so sober as we drank, images of you kept flashing through my mind, the things we did the movies we enjoyed. while the alcohol flows down the alr hoarse throat, the yearn mounted. i stared aimlessly at everyone enjoying themselves in the room, some enjoying in the midst of a worry, some enjoying without consciousness, some, cared. if you want to drink, drink when you're happy. dont drink when you're upset. i have no idea what to say to the bunch of really really extremely awesome friends i have out there. i can swear to you, you want friends like them, you can wait another century. they were there for the very high people. without friends like them, we wouldnt have known what would happen. i want to thank you guys so much. (: you wonderful buncha people.


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