I miss you Enola Gay... I miss all the days and nights we spend together, when I went from my school to your house... I miss your sister and all the good times of 1988 and Babsi...
Drunk as fuck right now... with Whiskey like the old time when I crawled up the escalator at Gänsemarkt trying to get back to the Campus after breaking up with Bussibär... Fuck... those were the times... Drank some to you! May we see each other again in the Great Thereafter..
Your forever,
Kirky the Captain!
P.S.: I fucked up my life, so yeah!
