There are two things that are priceless to me at this very moment in time. A bottle of good, cheap wine and the company of a dear friend. Not just a companion but someone who knows the inter-most workings of your fickle mind. Someone that has seen you shine and dullness glaze over after tragedy strikes you.
A quite interesting moment is when you have the two of these things together. When the intoxication hits and truth smacks you in the face; who else would you want beside you anyway. Yes...I think I'll have another.
-No clue when exactly I wrote this. I know we were at Serenity Hill. How quaint.
