I'm not as think as you drink I is.
I HAS AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!!! I GOT INTO YUKIMURA'S PANTS AFTER GETTING HIM DRUUUNK!!
Seriously though...I doubt either of us are really that drunk. This is just an excuse for the two of us to let our hair down, as it were. And It's been a long time since I did something like this. Sitting and getting that drunk. I can barely remember anything I said or did. This is proof of a GREAT bender! I DO remember it was fun and I need to do it again.
But it also back a lot of memories. Of the lot of us, sitting on the beach, around a fire that Rin built, with the booze liberated from Yuujirou's partents liquor store. Kei would bring the food from his mom's resturaunt because he always had food and she made the best food.. Hiroshi would tell ghost stories that would turn hair white if we weren't already made of stronger stuff. We'd sit there and talk and joke around. Lick our wounds from those days of torture under the coach and look past the burning fire towards our futures. Bright and full of so much hope. How many years has it been? Since I looked towards the future? How long has it been since I've seen those men.
I have always led from the front. I got so far ahead than when I looked back...no one was there. Some author said no man was an island. He's wrong. I am an island...I am Okinawa. I'm Okinawa to my very bones. This island...no matter how similar is is, it is nothing like Okinawa. There is no warmth here. No future. There is just today. Only just today. How long have I lived for just today? And even before this island. When did I forget the laughter and the pain? And when I see them.The former captains... Atobe. Yukimura. Shiraishi: Surrounded by their teammates; I feel it even more fully. A loss. A deep dark loss of something that's not really even tangable. Only a captain could understand this feeling. Only a captain would understand the possessive protectiveness one feels towards his team, no matter how long or how far apart.
And as much as I do miss them, I don't want them here. This is the last place I want them. Trapped here with the idiots and the boredom.
I think I need to fight something...time to pretent to be drunk again. It's fun.
PIIIIYO!!! SANADAAAAA!!! LET'S SPAR!!! I'LL KICK BOTH YOUR ASSES AT THE SAME TIME ^_^
Seriously though...I doubt either of us are really that drunk. This is just an excuse for the two of us to let our hair down, as it were. And It's been a long time since I did something like this. Sitting and getting that drunk. I can barely remember anything I said or did. This is proof of a GREAT bender! I DO remember it was fun and I need to do it again.
But it also back a lot of memories. Of the lot of us, sitting on the beach, around a fire that Rin built, with the booze liberated from Yuujirou's partents liquor store. Kei would bring the food from his mom's resturaunt because he always had food and she made the best food.. Hiroshi would tell ghost stories that would turn hair white if we weren't already made of stronger stuff. We'd sit there and talk and joke around. Lick our wounds from those days of torture under the coach and look past the burning fire towards our futures. Bright and full of so much hope. How many years has it been? Since I looked towards the future? How long has it been since I've seen those men.
I have always led from the front. I got so far ahead than when I looked back...no one was there. Some author said no man was an island. He's wrong. I am an island...I am Okinawa. I'm Okinawa to my very bones. This island...no matter how similar is is, it is nothing like Okinawa. There is no warmth here. No future. There is just today. Only just today. How long have I lived for just today? And even before this island. When did I forget the laughter and the pain? And when I see them.The former captains... Atobe. Yukimura. Shiraishi: Surrounded by their teammates; I feel it even more fully. A loss. A deep dark loss of something that's not really even tangable. Only a captain could understand this feeling. Only a captain would understand the possessive protectiveness one feels towards his team, no matter how long or how far apart.
And as much as I do miss them, I don't want them here. This is the last place I want them. Trapped here with the idiots and the boredom.
I think I need to fight something...time to pretent to be drunk again. It's fun.
PIIIIYO!!! SANADAAAAA!!! LET'S SPAR!!! I'LL KICK BOTH YOUR ASSES AT THE SAME TIME ^_^