( 10:11 AM ) shut up christine
please read: i bow to the paint on my walls;
it will give you an idea of the kind of person he is, and the kind of place it was.
last night was the very last night at the Garage
Tim and I helped Sukh pack his stuff into boxes
i jokingly brought him a paper bag lunch as homeless outreach.
i know we shouldn't be attached to material things, but i'll miss that place, and everything it stood for.
Sukh doesn't read this, but i love him like family, and he is one of the few that i would drop everything for.
if he asked me to drive to Timbuktu at three o'clock in the morning to drink the milk of a unicorn from a sapphire-encrusted goblet, dude, i would do it, no questions asked.
on a lighter note, this movie gives me goosebumps.
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