A sign that something is very wrong
I'm writing this on the train to Toronto. I am going to crush some drinks with some old friends and my lovely lady. I leave for Morocco in a few days (more on that later this week, believe me) and wanna see them before I go. A year ago, almost to the day, I was in this exact same position. On the same train, going to see the same people at the same spot (the local Irish pub, my second home), about to leave for a few weeks in Hawaii. Except there was one small difference... I was fucking...
4 months ago • 3 min read