Zupan hadn’t called up Bay’s little twink friend with any actual plan in mind, so when Zander had suggested a drink that evening, Zupan had mentally shrugged and gone with it. He’d gone for a ‘roll’, hit his top speed against the headwind and come home to deal with emails and some scheduling stuff for the team, had a shower and dressed in jeans since it was cold, and a loose fitting red t-shirt with a black hoodie over the top. After that it had just been a case of rolling down to the bar that Z
I totally agree with you about the cohort-ness. My experience of GA has been shaped almost entirely by the people who either joned about the same time i did (Kitt, Wings) or those who i met in the first few weeks (Myiege, Thorn, Vv, Kiltie, Johnathan C et al)
of all the places i;ve written onthe web, GA is the only one with really allows a community to be built around the things we have in common. All hail GA
The angry synthetic guitars of Bay’s ringtone dragged him groaning from blissful unconsciousness and into the harsh gloom of morning. One hand grabbed for the phone was the messy black hair appeared from under the duvet.
“Gah…”
“Morning Bay.”
“Zu,” Bay half growled, it was unspeakably early to be calling after a busy night, “Issac’s not here. He went on that away-day Mack organised with the other staff.” And no wives, girlfriends or boyfriends had been allowed. Bay rolled over and luxuriated
thanks Tim.i'm sorry you feel that the story ended to soon. i'm not "bored with happiness" per se, but there only so much sickening cutesy stuff anyone can take. time has to pass before they can be revisited.
thanks for the love. love and love
this is new to me, and makes me really sad, but i think of friends departed when i hear it. been on a lot today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCSMCgqlc-0