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how do toy summerize a life lives? i have been looking back over my and friends journals since 2003, i dont weite on here anymore, not often anywys, but often turn to this when the memories are running all over me. I think back to livng with pete, before wives and loves and when it was just friends and I and emptiness and happiness and loneliness and eagerness and hope all rolled into one. When i smoked too much, when oete stayed up so late i saw him go to bed on my way to work, whne i learnt guitar, when i wrote lyrics, when i cooked the meal on "meal nights", when i ate Link's coq au vin. when pete cooked a roast. When we left the heater on 24/7. When Nick sold his flat and we had to mvoe to kings heath. When Jaime and I would smoke and watch movies, sitting at hampton lakes with everyone where, going home at dawn, racing our parents cars, Dann!, Jam, Em, Lou, Pete, Ed, Dan, Ben, Jez, playing pool in the garage of 145. Sitting with pete in deck chairs by the open garage door watching it rain, smoking. Cleaning the house to erykah Badu and shake and vac, and washing 48 tea cups. Pete didnt like coffee, look...red label. Sleeping on the sofa, LTJ buke, 2 concerts in one week. AOL, instant messenger, "main module failure" Pints at crisps and nuts at the Pat Kav, the smell of the Pub on a quiet sunday afternoon. Barbequing in the garden, barry's mate who had to have everything burnt, football golf. Golden Virgina from my mums mate at the hospital.....all the memories i put here for me, for you pete to read, for memories sake.