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Pals...

Advices report that sometime later, an unidentified person snuck into the graveyard and chiseled an inscription. The epitaph read only one word... 'Pals'.

After an Epic Ten days It is finally Over and I feel that I have both found a and lost a missing part of my soul, A freind and a family came into my life for real this week, and it was over way too soon, but it is sometimes clear why some of my freinds I have for life and some I have for a moment... I know which ones are the ones i will take to my gravestone... I cannot belive that For all the amazing things and the clusterfucks that have happened in these last two weeks how amazing i feel around him and How much we are alike... Only one thing would have made this week sweeter, maybe two, and knowing in many ways he shares a similar pain and hurt i think has only made our bond stronger. having someone who I don't have to put on pretenses and has been a solid trusted freind for years and actually getting to spend some decent time with? those are experinces I will treasure for a lifetime... I will discuss More about them later when i am slightly less tired, But when the last thing that we do Is watch an amazing Movie shoot at young and dundas in toronto in the middle of the night which is not something either one of us is used to and it only tips the surface of the things we did in the last week and a half... It's about that, it's about leaving the darkness behind and only going into the new day with good memories and positive vibes regardless of any darkness in our lives... those got left behind before the grand canadian beer tour... that's the last thing i told him actrually.. all the darkness and negativitivty... leave that here in canada.. go home with the positive stuff, the memorys.... the stuff you're going to tell the little one.. the things i will tell my son... that's what should be remebered... that's all that should be focused on... I am both incredibly sad right now and incredibly happy for having one of the true experinces of my lifetime with all of our misadventures this week and being able to share that with him. the hangover when i finally sober up? yeah not gonna enjoy that so much.

#Suicide Squad

Current Mood: Sad.
My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation, and so then too was our great city. But for those of us what lived and died in them furious days, it was like everything we knew was mildly swept away. And no matter what they did to build this city up again... for the rest of time... it would be like no one even knew we was ever here.

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