written in the passenger seat of my friend's car
With the exception of four or five people, all of the important people from my Sleepy Hamlet days are back. It feels awesome, like I never left. Last night we were at our favorite watering hole, drinking and dancing and carrying on. As usual, we were loud. As usual, I ran into ex-girlfriends. As usual, we closed the place down.
I know that it is impossible to travel backwards in time. But, last night, my friends and I did just that.