tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022282118431969181.post4960298912602765607..comments2023-05-09T07:13:16.346-07:00Comments on a 'stache of melancholy and mischief: Fear ResectionChile Willyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06663806990445686304noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9022282118431969181.post-16228247259212849062011-09-27T14:52:04.316-07:002011-09-27T14:52:04.316-07:00All I can think is..fuck! Cristianito! I remember ...All I can think is..fuck! Cristianito! I remember some of those carefree days: waking to Pat's soul music at 10am, warm breeze on our shoulders outside the coffee shop on 17th and Dolores, drinking wine at the kitchen table from stemless glasses, and having you play grab ass :P <br /><br />I don't know what kind of pain you're feeling- but I hope that sunlight finds its way to you in the moments in between. I hope your fear melts away naturally- replaced by wonder, or ecstasy, or hope.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com