where my friend left me

>>easier, streets, upwards, inch, annals

Life was easier ... sharing the streets together as best friends. Growing up together skateboarding, smoking bowls, priceless laughs, snorting pills, or our usual late night talks about existence.... debating until the sun would come up for even an inch of intellectual gain and mutual understanding. These moments, upwards of thousands of them strung together, will surely be the treasure stored in the annals of my memory. Life was easier.

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