You crazy fucking bastard!
Yes, straight out of the Land Of Fucking Nothing we arrived somewhere new, and as we struggled to look for a way to make money, we stumbled upon the heavy work of landscaping.
Now, landscaping is a fucking art; it's not like you move a couple of fucking stones here and there, add grass and there you fucking go, a lawn.
Fuck no. And yeah, we were a strange fucking team of misfits, I'll tell you what. All working under the umbrella with a boss for a boss that was our boss, and then someone else telling us what the fuck we needed to do.
Different locations and places, visiting different housing complexes, running into big empty yards, making them look fucking beautiful.
Sweat on our brow, and ya, Falcon was with us too, but Z and you clicked on better, probably because as R says, the "age-gap."
Falcon was too young, and didn't quite get your sense of humor; you were a fucking crazy dude, but we understood you.
Then of course, that company went under, bosses spread out, work slowly ended, but we stayed friends, we hung out, played pool. Shit, we ate great big burgers and enjoyed bullshitting.
Sure, sometimes you said some stupid fucking shit but we didn't mind.
We played darts, we relaxed with beer in hand. We just lived, man, like, fuck, those were good times, weren't they, brothers?
Then you moved to the Land of Love and we didn't hear from ya for a fucking while, until we had a get-together with the others and we kicked back again like old fucking times.
Then as always, distance just made it hard.
We just hope you are doing fucking alright, man.
Maybe one day you'll truly know more than just Z and T.
Maybe if you are still around, we can catch up.
Hopefully.
Yes, straight out of the Land Of Fucking Nothing we arrived somewhere new, and as we struggled to look for a way to make money, we stumbled upon the heavy work of landscaping.
Now, landscaping is a fucking art; it's not like you move a couple of fucking stones here and there, add grass and there you fucking go, a lawn.
Fuck no. And yeah, we were a strange fucking team of misfits, I'll tell you what. All working under the umbrella with a boss for a boss that was our boss, and then someone else telling us what the fuck we needed to do.
Different locations and places, visiting different housing complexes, running into big empty yards, making them look fucking beautiful.
Sweat on our brow, and ya, Falcon was with us too, but Z and you clicked on better, probably because as R says, the "age-gap."
Falcon was too young, and didn't quite get your sense of humor; you were a fucking crazy dude, but we understood you.
Then of course, that company went under, bosses spread out, work slowly ended, but we stayed friends, we hung out, played pool. Shit, we ate great big burgers and enjoyed bullshitting.
Sure, sometimes you said some stupid fucking shit but we didn't mind.
We played darts, we relaxed with beer in hand. We just lived, man, like, fuck, those were good times, weren't they, brothers?
Then you moved to the Land of Love and we didn't hear from ya for a fucking while, until we had a get-together with the others and we kicked back again like old fucking times.
Then as always, distance just made it hard.
We just hope you are doing fucking alright, man.
Maybe one day you'll truly know more than just Z and T.
Maybe if you are still around, we can catch up.
Hopefully.
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