....and keith was on the floor. he had cut himself in as many places as he could. the loss of blood was rapid. he couldn't cut himself anymore. he knew and so beautifully wished he would bleed to death and it really made him feel good. funny, it made him feel good.
bobby, get down here, keith's mum is yelling
i think keith is dying call 911
bobby is old, probably in his early sixties...never thought keith would make it.. he believed keith was the number one loser among his son
of course the ambulance and the cops came and keith is dead
this was 20 years ago
" we are gathered here, for this beautiful ceremony for the wake of our dear good friend bobby" a pastor announces
if it had been 20 years ago , i would have been drunk somewhere and not be here
keith was my friend
but its astonishing how much things changes in 20 years
now i was pretty much a soccer dad
keith was my best friend
and i knew or so i believed bobby had as much hands in keith's death as much as his drugs use was
every body were celebrating bobbys life and i didnt feel like being the odd one out
i left
my daughters are playing their arch rivals tonight

high fly i hope u will like this

pearl...->>>
too depressing... .. sth.. we can do 2 cheer u up??

pearljam was just having nightmares wondering what to do with his idle time. Ironically, his firends bobby had gone to work and keith has hanging out with his ex girlfirend. knock knock, it's thapap...at Pj's door. duh?? who's this? Pj asks..well i'm thapap from sajha..wondering if you'd let me in for a new video game in PS3. yeh, como'n in...dude..and they play and play..start laughing..and then indy, nirvana and so many others come in with some miller (ugggh) beer..now suddenly..the apt turns into game house and then matrix and ruina and hush and sitara twist up some disc...back to the eighties music..lights..and smoke and more laughter...suddenly pearljam strats strumming guitar...eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkk my ears are blasted..more laughter..and then we all gotto head home ..cuz everybody has something up the sleeve for tomorrow...till then Pearljam's all on his own on his bathroom potty, after so many beers and cigs and pizzas, has the same STUFF magazine in his hand...reading the line..how to get your life back in 30 secs..hehhehe goodluck!!!

hush.. no beer for me though... gave up long time ago... red/black/blue label or chivas regal would do. may be hennesey would work... but no beer.. if u want we can get some kendell nn jackson...

try black label with sweet vermouth..one shot you're over the roof...I'm between same old Jagermaester and Jack daniels and coke ( 90% of my broke days)

hushp...
as i said somewhere in sajha... U NEED TO MEET ME TO KNOW ME and MY LIMIT.

u do not know my tolerance level. i need no coke.. ice or anything... for me its all straight up (o:... [ u can make whatever sense you want frm that statement]

looks like ur throat cannot handle 40 proofs so need coke (o:. my bad u meant.. cocaine right not the cola... coke...

sure dude anythime what about 100% proof..one to one..loser pays the bill, deal?????

hushp.. deal.. where u wanna meet boston or ny???

Uzo for me or if you have 140%proof, heard they make them somewhere in this planet