When I was 17 or was it 18? I don’t know it feels like such a long time ago. What I do remember is me and my friend Angie, walking the street at night. Looking for something fun to do in the wee hours of the morning. Sure, we would be half in the bag, while stumbling up and down stranger streets, we’ve never heard or seen before. However, it’s was one of the best times of my life. You might think it sad that I’ve just admitted that, but to me it just makes me smile from ear to ear. Every time I think about Angie and I talking non-sense to each other or about the bullshit that was going on in own lives. Making each other laugh while we were lost in the dark streets or got lost with the other people walking those empty streets. We would never really have anywhere to go or to be. Nevertheless, it was just nice to have someone there, who understood you, without making you feel strange or out of place. Knowing that you weren’t the only person in your nation of one. It’s hard to find someone like that nowadays. It’s even harder to keep someone like that around. While I don’t hear from Angie anymore, because of life and all the bullshit that comes with it. It’s always nice to walk the same street, where we’ve walked for hours and hours. Stop for a bit and just remember what once was.