Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


It's sewer night.

The night Tom M. and I would meet at the sewer and talk about our plans for the summer. My friend Tom lived down the street when I was growing up and every year on the last night before school started and the last night before school was out each year we had a ritual of meeting at the manhole in the middle of the street between our houses. The last night of summer before school started would be spent reminiscing about the summer and all the fun stuff we did. This night, the night before school got out, we'd make plans and laugh about the school year.

I still talk to Tom all the time. He's my oldest friend, as they say.

Happy sewer night.


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