Sitting on the front porch of the House of Pain today, I had an intense flashback of all the incidents that have happened on those dirty, ash-covered steps over the years.
Break-ups and arguements.
Re-kindled romances and friendships.
Sing-alongs and story-telling.
New found friends.
Incredibly ridiculous conversations.
Incredibly serious conversations.
Beer drinking and beer spilling.
Tears of joy and tears of sorrow.
Hello's and Goodbye's.
If only those steps could talk............
I'm sure they would be much more interesting than this entry.
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