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*sigh*
Listening to my music on random, and the Revolting Cocks cover of "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy" came on....and a wave of nostalgia (and missing Jake) swept over me.
Oh the nights spent breathing the fog at Masquerade, moving through the shadows and dancing my ass off with my club-posse - only to pack it back on at Waffle House at 5am. Jake was a fixture in our lives then...never danced with us - not once that I saw - but was always there looking out for us, or talking us into some trouble, or both.
Miss. You. So. Much.
Oh the nights spent breathing the fog at Masquerade, moving through the shadows and dancing my ass off with my club-posse - only to pack it back on at Waffle House at 5am. Jake was a fixture in our lives then...never danced with us - not once that I saw - but was always there looking out for us, or talking us into some trouble, or both.
Miss. You. So. Much.
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In related news:
Leisa's 2 year old son has been talking to Jake recently.. She asked him who he was talking to in his room last week while I was on the phone with her, and he pointed to a corner and said "Jake, Mama." We both had to catch ourselves. :) I guess he's trying to tell us all hello somehow.
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