but you know what i really miss?
on those random afternoons that all classes are done, and the radio is pumping out curtis mayfield: if there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go. j is cleaning the dishes, narcs is vacuuming, nick is polishing the tub and i’m scrubbing the toilet. there’s a fresh round of beer chilling in 3 fridges in our apartment, and a jumble of shoes mar one end of the room because its absolutely forbidden to wear shoes on our hawaiian carpets. its that moment of tranquility before a night of drinking.. right now, i am terribly missing leavey 4.