I met Pete and I wonder what other people thought of me hanging out with a fella who looks relatively punkish- but with immaculate skin and carefully angled brows.

He still has that swagger in his speech, German tinged, and his gait reminded me of the Neanderthal man ascending towards cromagnon.

He was obnoxious as usual and I asked him if he has ever got a sad day in his life. His response was a yes, I do, but he moved onto one of his entertaining stories very much quickly thereafter.

Funny how I'm thinking of John at the moment, and Life on Mars is playing on my ipod.

It always reminded me of Prince of Wales, lab work, Zaw and my last semester in school and other nondescript cigarette brands.