Hello, again.
It was one of those days when heart beats stronger then you'd like.
He had a birthday today. 18 years old. That's big don't ya thing? So we were in this full-of-drunk-sex-wanting party and we seated him on a chair and the boys threw him 18 times in the air. He flew, damn how he flew, and all this time I could only think about the fact, that what if God sees him now? I don't want him gone, not now, not ever, even if heaven is missing an angel.
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