Last weekend one of the coolest and most random thing happened, my old friend Danny, who I haven't seen since freshman year came to visit. He decided to go see Paul so I'm like eh..what the hell, he drives me and his girlfriend over to Paul's house but he's not home. His parents tell us he's working so we drop by GameKrazy and give him the suprise. At first he didn't recognize him but then he realized who it was. We hung out for a bit, left, ate came back. We went back to my house where we played some G.H. Aferwards he was showing me some skate tricks, it was really cool to catch up and shit. One thing that really got me thinking was something he told me... he said he felt like I was trapped; at the moment I didn't think much of it and didn't ask him what exactly he meant. And suddenly it hit me and I felt like fucking Henry Townshend in room 302. Fucking shit now I know why I never pressed the issue...
I'll tunnel my way out if I have to, this exile is killing me.
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