← We were there, shooting the breeze, walking up and down... We weren't asleep boss, we can promise you all three of us, no one was asleep! 🔊✎
← It's like the wave that comes crashing down on the bridge under your nose; the wind whipping you, and the thing that falls down when you shoot don't have names. Maybe it's the guy who gave you a light and smiled yesterday. He doesn't have a name. And you don't have a name either, clinging to the wheel. Only the boat and the storm have names. 🔊✎