Another trip to the Sierras. This time I was feeling nostalgic. I remember the first time I hung out at this place. It was nearly six years ago. The people who lived there were true friends. They left the door open for me whenever I would periodically stop by. They let me open up and be myself. We shared music, played games, watched movies, shared our thoughts, drank (a lot) and cooked delicious food stuff. I learned and discovered muh about myself there. It became my home away from home. After they moved out a few months back I didn’t dwell too much on the place. But today I walked up to the property. There I saw a gutted house with no signs of residence. But the fake blood on the door made me laugh. And it reminded me not to take life so seriously, to enjoy each and every moment and that good memories can last a lifetime. I certainly hope those good memories do. And, to BDC & the Guys, excuse me for the sentimentality but you three will always be some of my favorite people. Here’s to the future 🍻
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