This is for the LB RP Tumblr of 2011-12.

Once I wrote about the Emersons, I tell you that was a swell time, Boardwalk played funky town. I swore to noone I'd never type about it again but I wasn't heard so I guess it doesn't count.

There was three types (and no, this is not a grammar error, this is how I talk) the real dreamers, the wannabes and the ones who'd totally lost the plot.

There was the summer heat and the party scene, noone ever spoke of or showed the cooler autumn days or when it stayed dark for absolute ages.

They spoke of free love and by gone hippie era and were dirty as came for human beings so you've gotta... Never mind.

David was there for a reason and not for comic relief. Paul was the humorous one, mysterious vibes were added when originally there were none.

Dwayne was the slight enigma, he wasn't into keeping pets, he was like: we're unburdened by responsibility, why take care of a cat.

Kawaii was not present at the time but graffiti was seen.

Marko was art and fifty shades of any given color. Gotta admit involving such perversion wasn't my best idea.

Star was the lovely albeit slightly clingy one and there was no independence.

Sam was the clown of the good side, good vs. evil if one must label, why he was made to vamp out so horribly is beyond me.

Michael was the opposite and lacked flakiness, didn't have mommy issues, though she was loving and be my mother, please.

Who am I?

Part of a duo, didn't notice a thing but so did. People came and went, went and came and when they died, the dead kept arriving and the living were always leaving.

Once the vile rules are accepted, it's easy to digress into a state of psycho. Such lines can be thought by anyone involved but worded differently.

This might escalate into something bigger but for now is enough. Time is enough, this time, that time, last time. Let you know, you are remembered.