i miss summer’s end. i miss floating through. i miss playing dice in a backyard with friends, tossing up whether to get drunk and play night golf. put-put. mini-golf lost out in the end, everybody took acid instead. send kid over on the scooter and pick up the drugs when he goes to get some greasy excuse for dinner. pouring drinks over the floor to slide around on. happy as pigs in muck in a pretty literal sense. half passed out in best friend’s beds surrounded by pizza, every kind you can imagine. up on my soapbox about anything. nothing. because 4am is always one’s time to shine. now i’m sat here alone on a friday night, two years ago I swore black and blue this was never something i’d do. i’ve lost touch and i can’t stop reaching….