Nonsense, inspiration and some of my own photos.
It was a time of innocence, when you left your door unlocked and candy bars cost a nickel. Not that those two facts are related, aww, damnit! Lemme start over. It was a carefree time when a young boy could learn to ride his bike, on sun-dappled streets. Hey! Why doesn't anybody help that poor kid? He skinned his knee! Oh I get it. Get back on the bike Jake, big boys don't cry. Crying is for girls Jakey. Shake, shake, quiver, and quake! It's all coming back to me now!
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te vamos a echar de menos, Pirata.
Esteban Granero by Lupe for Jot Down
