You do it as a kid, then grow out of it, and finally its meaningful again. Break the pinky promise and i break the pinky. Its as easy as biting through a fucking carrot.
I remember walking into a game store once while they were having a card tournament. It smelled like a mix of homeless person and unwashed ass. You know that smell, when someone just puts talcum powder over their swamp ass and thinks it’s masking the smell but it isn’t? I immediately realised why the door had been propped open.
Ha. I grew up across the road from the beach so just surfed every daylight hour not in school. No friends, no cool things around, no games, no hobbies, but didn’t care at all because surfing trumped anything you could offer a kid.
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