swimming in the flood

E&R

This one is for you.

It’s not full of tragic whimsy, just full of sentiment and luck.

It takes a lot to find the people you can stand in a club with because you’re just too drunk to move.

Or who will stroke your arm when you’re too hungover to tell them to stop. Or get the rainmaker out. Or remind you that you ARE actually quite fun.

But more than that, falling asleep, three in a bed to Gimme, Gimme, Gimme. There is just something about it.

More of that. I feel pretty damn lucky sometimes.

e.w.