I had a Burger King Whopper meal for dinner tonight.
I believe my arteries are clogging,
I can’t breathe,
My chest hurts,
And my left arm is numb.
I don’t feel too good
I’m just gonna go to bed.
This may be my last goodbye.
If I don’t wake up,
Please someone reformat my computer hard drive.
Password is tuttifrutti.
Goodbye.
Was. Just.
I. Can’t. Even.
Why?
This was supposed to be for Throwback thursday,
but I didn’t quite make it.
So we’ll make it for Flashback Friday.
The Don Bosco Band Batch 1991
From L-R:
Vince Torres – (Bass)
Sergio Castaneda, same frame – (Drums)
Reiner Angala (Guitar)
Bro. Bing Dones (Band Leader)
Nilo Paner (Keys)
Ty Martell (Guitar)
I saw this the other day.
Another perspective of what we are.
I found out when I got home yesterday,
that this little girl broke up with the kid.
I don’t know much details yet
the kid doesn’t want to talk to anyone.
I have never seen someone so heartbroken.
It’s breaking mine too.
He only said that he feels so unwanted.
I will just wait until he wants to talk.
I guess I better try to stop writing about the kid from now on.
I have to respect his privacy.
Except maybe when he and I do something funny.
Of course I would share that.
Just don’t tell him what I just wrote.
Sometimes I tell myself it doesn’t bother me.
But I really do wonder what my worth is.
I don’t know.
Maybe not enough.
Though sometimes I almost want to care,
But then I realize, why should I?
They don’t.
This is me with my good friend Vince.
(Also photobombed by the Moon in the background.)
Vince was our Bass player in our High School band.
With an amazing voice as well.
Taken on our Grad night back in
..Oh My. 1991.
What were you doing in 1991?
I sang a lot.