As I sat in the corner of the room, Abe to my right and another twenty or so random persons to my left, I attempted to read a bit of something in a different language.
Andrew Toburen shuffled past my feet and opened the door to the next room, all the while speaking to those that it contained. Abe had a look of solemn happiness on his face.
As Andrew finished speaking I looked up a and caught Abe’s eye.
We both laughed. “You’re funny Ansen,” he said quietly.
We quickly returned to our former state, he reading mindlessly while I continued muttering words I myself did not understand.
So strange…
In this light, the moment takes on a very tranquil feel. I have the urge to grab a Miller Light and just sit back and appreciate it or something.
Miller Light – Good call. Miller Light has all the taste and half the carbs of Bud Light. It’s Miller time.
But I thought life was beckoning, and we were holding the keys..?