Friends. Art. Music. Fashion. Boy. BBQs. Beach.
Graduation Day.
Barney, I don't know what to say.
it's the way
things work.
it's pure chance.
you were born unlucky and unloved,
tossed into a boiling cauldron.
you will be as soon
forgotten as last week's dream.
Barney, fair doesn't matter.
every heroic effort fails.
My Family.