Grey and me reviewing the past:
“That April was something!”
“And then that May rolled around right afterward.
I can’t believe it all happened so fast,
so quickly!”
“Damn, in all so short a time!”
The past has a way of being like that.
Drinks have a way of being like that, too.

We’re buzzed on history,
buzzed on what we did,
buzzed on the nostalgia of our accomplishments,
that nobody else might remember,
but are etched in the stone of our personal legends.

“We did that shit, man.”
“We did, indeed.”
“Damn.”