Talking to myself.
Mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. One of the few times I'm back in Oakland and I don't even get to see The Swish. Poor babe. :/
Remind me to make an unnecessarily long post about the inherent spiritualistic quest that must engulf us all upon the passing of a loved one, wherein I confess my deepest and darkest ponderings on the true meanings of Life and her counterpart Death.
... HAHA gotcha.
But poor Swish anyway. Everybody send him love.
Remind me to make an unnecessarily long post about the inherent spiritualistic quest that must engulf us all upon the passing of a loved one, wherein I confess my deepest and darkest ponderings on the true meanings of Life and her counterpart Death.
... HAHA gotcha.
But poor Swish anyway. Everybody send him love.