been thinking through the many old buddies i had .
people whom once shared everything in the world with me .
it seems like we always get seperated due to circumstances against our will .
and then we lose that crucial touch with each other .
and we just end up in a situation where we dont seem to know each other at all .
the giordano wristband reads world without strangers .
but ironically .
maybe the only stranger in the world is ourselves .
=)