I found this while I was re-editing & selecting images for my portfolio-magazine thing.
I wish we’d blown more bubbles together. The soapy ones and the fancy, intellectual ones.
Must make up for lost time when you’re back here. This time, I will probably repeat the not-informing-parents abduction, which was so graciously not performed last time.
This was your birthday. 2011.
You took the bubble-blower with you. I want one too.
I miss you. And I hate VoIP.