Monday, July 24, 2006
156/365 Des
One of the crowd (shoal) we swam with as teenagers. Beautiful eyes, that soft voice, too soft, too kind, too sweet to attract a girl like me. He didn’t wise-crack. Didn’t have the edge. When we met years later, I could have cried. What destroyed him? Which drug?
# posted by GreenishLady @ 11:40 AM 
