I just know my fond memories of being ten years old and being dazzled by Sydney at night.
St. Louis ain't bad though. Too bad in actuality I live forty miles west of it (oh, my precious Wildwood/Chesterfield, how I look forward to abandoning you one day) but I'm still content in who and where I am.
Originally Posted by El Virus
[What d' you mean exactly with a five mile venture? It sounds interesting.
I know a cut-through in the woods that leads me to the road that takes me to my friend's house. It's about five miles, and I've always wanted to walk it, but I've never gotten the chance to until Monday. I also added some slight inebriation to my conciousness on the walk, and that's what added the "venture" part.
Good story, by the way. Virus, I believe you and I have a lot in common.