It was a good place
I drove out of the place, slightly jaded, on Sunday afternoon. All quiet, lifeless, already starting to show signs of delapidation. Almost like I was looking at it in black and white on a TV. Alot of pride, achievement, action, history, happiness, sadness, piano burning, streakers outside the mess at Christmas, all gone. Like it never mattered in the first place. Like an old friend has died.