The years go by like the people you passby on a busy New York street.
Every year distinct and unique as the one before it. Heartstopping moments intermingled with the more mundane all rolled up into a very comfortable unit of measuring a mans life.
The future calls. But I shall not heed its call tonight. Oh no! Tonight its just me and my past entwined in our intimacy. Where's the friggin light switch?!
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