This was some saturday night, when we’d either ridden bikes or some one else was driving, and I let myself get comepletely smashed. Not hard at the Hilo. I love these people, and I love good loud rock music. It feels excessively sentimental, but if I can’t be that way on my second to last day in town, when can I? <div class=”center”> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/mostly_i_do_this_for_love/612/0001.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/mostly_i_do_this_for_love/612/0002.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/mostly_i_do_this_for_love/612/0003.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/mostly_i_do_this_for_love/612/0004.jpg’ /> <img src=’https://images.matt.pictures/mostly_i_do_this_for_love/612/0005.jpg’ /> </div>

Posted by matt on 2013-02-22T19:12:13Z GMT