Tag: Hack

• Hack, the first to go, as far as I know. In memory.

  

  Death of a friend is always sad news. Maybe a little more remote after such a long time, but it does give me a chance to reminisce. Such kids we were then. I still feel like the same person who walked or rode bikes past Hack’s house to school, and hung out during some of…

  2010 ! 13th Sun : Apr 4th .

  Notes To Self, Prose, Sadness