TWENTY SIX
Today I heard new stories from an old source of great stories.
Four kids bunked up on a bench in the middle of the night swapping stories of the old days and how wild they used to roam/still do roam.
Mentions of screwdrivers and the bond between them made a smile appear on my dial
and it didn’t leave until the wee hours of the morning.
Sometimes life is what happens when you’re eating a burrito and waiting on a bench for a cab.
BLISS X
