A Steaming Bowl of Good Ol’ Friend

You just never know how much you miss something until it’s taken away. Like earlier today when Jenny and I were coming home, the sun was out and melting all the snow and slush and it was like, “damn, it’s good to see some black top”. Good ol’ black top. I missed you, friend. Don’t ever leave.

Realness.

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