Lawrence said he was much less lonely at school than at home. Charles and I could not agree.
We were all jealous of those who were able to forge happiness wherever they would go.
Namely, Meana.
On the other hand, he offered us something to strive for.
So, in hands made greasy with brick oven pizza, we offered up a toast to Meana, an essential gear in the machines of our lives.
No comments:
Post a Comment