And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

Half of them kept repeating my name, trying to get it right, while the other half laughed. But they were harmless. Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party: Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh. I remember those guys. Like the mascots of the party. "Clay! Whatcha doon here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know