Pirata's Stories

The Tragically Hip - Wheat Kings (via GordonYYZ)

You held me and we danced despite the cramped space between a four poster bed and an ugly old dresser.  Your friends looked at my friends.  The old green worn carpet never felt a finer pair of feet.  such happy intruders! (I was never allowed visitors in that room.)  A few minutes after this song ended my older brother came upstairs wielding a Molson and a plastic gun, his 18 yr old american machismo versus your 18 yr old canadian easiness.  i always loved that about you.