billmcneal
Basement has always been there for me. For fun or for refuge. You have always been my friend.
Life is like a rocket. It starts so promising. Full of power and speed but in the end the power runs out and you crash. Boom!
I use to love summer. Then some time in the past, without me knowing it, I started to hate it. Now that I don't hate life summer is again a time that I want experience.
I was at her wake. I could not believe it. But there I was. Standing like a statue. Hands folded right in front of me. damn!