Uno. Reverse. Draw Four.
So after powderpuff, which was heartbreakingly close, the motley crew finally decided to reunite.
Yes, myself, Bon Bon and El Norte went to Uno's to wind down after a long day of hard work under the burning sun.
We arrive. Bon Bon is saddened, El Norte is pensive, I am a mess. I really fucking am. AHHHH!
El Norte has realized the futility of the human struggle. He is abhorred. Bon Bon notices a sparkle on the horizon, perhaps hope? Perhaps perhaps. And myself? Behind my uneasy smile, my false facade of happiness, lays a troubled man. A troubled man indeed.
a lonely promenade down a forgotten alley of sorrow. i linger behind and notice an empty box of baby wipes. upon closer inspection i find it is filled with needles. i look at my watch. its 2 a.m. on a moonless nigh. I continued to walk. still behind.
uno. one is the loneliest number. together we are one.
We enter, we notice a plethora of '05ers. I step on a cracked tile as I entered.
Oh look, passion fruit.
Espresso gelato.
bonapartedynamitechocolate. sister please.
laughter.
more seniors come in. i restrain my picture taking.
we run into coach moreland on our way out. i sneak in a shot as i walk past.
rat-tat-tat!
sincerely,
Nickle.