Talks of tomorrow

Sunday was the best and the saddest.

We met up with Fredrich and lanned for a bit. Fooze-ed and perpetually got distracted by god knows what.
After what seemed like 3 minutes, the rest agreed they haven't gotten enough of Winter Mauling so they went, while we reminisced over a sub.

The first song we jammed.. (American Idiot.) When I won my first grand.. Coconut tree bubble bath.. ...(That was damn gay, come to think of it. But we were just kids.)

We talked of our plans when he would be coming back for good, and that included apartment rental, which meant free jammage, and a controlled consumption of booze. (if that exists)

After hanging out for a bit, we spotted a studio and dragged Dj over, where we rocked out hard. Chilies style.

"When I come back the next time you'll see I'll be 10 times better than my standards now."
We've known each other much earlier than when Anthony met Flea. Well, if this keeps up, I'll be anticipating something phenomenal.

Cheers to Scar Tissue making people wanna smoke pot and then having the Central Narcotics Bureau coming over to your school and telling you the dire consequences of drug abuse.