We sat under the night sky, under the darkest blue bejewelled by starlight bright. Eyes blurry and souls free of worry, we drunk of our cups what tasted like gas and we spoke only that that was funny and airy and upsetting to our bellies, because in between our laughter, we farted and burped and threw up our victuals.
And neither yesterday nor tomorrow played in our minds, just dreams of pretty girls in plaid skirts. We spoke off Mary’s round derrière, off Jane’s fast protruding chest, off how Michael kissed Susan in the pantry, off how one day Cris will be with Grace and how Bob had heard Charlie say that Claire was such a babe.
And on that strangely dark night under witness of moon and stars alike, that strange beast that we call friendship, bound us tighter than any chain could ever effort, because though we sat, we stood one for all and indeed all for one, if stand at all could any one, let alone all of us.
We sat under the night sky and puffed on cured tobacco, sending silver smoke strings into the dark heavens to signal to the gods our content. Letting them know we dread nought except for that hour when the sun would rise and prayed for nought except that our cups never run dry.
And though silent outwardly, deep inside we doth sung, a song of the purest joy, that filled our hearts and made them beat faster and faster till we knew not what made us dizzy, the intoxicating elixir we consumed or the unadulterated bliss of drunken companionship.
Now, oft burdened with duty and obligation, I know what I must have known then, before ambition and goal my mind annexed and made me regret those special nights, that those hours that seemed to pass us by, those minutes lost to drink and smoke, were time that could not have been better spent.
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