Finding an old friend after 13 years, sent an email saying "...If you were not there, those years would be totally blank. Of course there are also few scratches on my arm who remind me of those years, but I am not always wearing short sleeves".
Yesterday got a reply in my mailbox: "You are one of those still bleeding on my arm, and I am often in shorts".
Dude it really reminded me of those lost days. Lights of burning cigarrettes, smoke dancing in the air, little black books (not burnt yet), music, pure music and wild minds. Good old times dude. Good old times.