once upon a time there were four friends,
and a white trash rapper rockstar.
they all fell down and ended up home far past their bedtime, with drink filled hair and the smallest one covered in glitter.
there was pain and there was fun,
drinks and music enough to make their heads spin
but most of all there were memories, for, the smallest one was memory's tenth daughter:
the silent one, the unknown. the one that got lost, and left alone.