A wink at two smiling angels

See, I did it. I always keep my promises I told you. But what’s the matter with you dudes? Where the fuck were you? I can’t rely on you anymore, that’s it? Okay, just kidding. I do know you were there too. I felt you, opening the golden door, playing into the wind, kicking ass of those silly waterproof pigeons, messing up Plop’s hair (mmm... kinda hair ;) And I heard you, your laughs, your whispers in my ear, your sweet words of smiling angels.

We went to Yellowstone you know. Was one of our plans, remember? A bit sad you weren’t with us. It was really great.
So. Much. Fun.
(Buddyboy, you would have shown me some dance steps, allowing me to accept the kind invitation of that cute girl in the Million $ Cowboy bar in Jackson Hole… :)
(and Plop would have invited the Chardonnay "young" lady, for sure :)

Anyway. When the time comes we’ll meet again. Other haunted places are coming in my mind. The Griffith Observatory at dusk could be cool. The Santa Monica pier maybe? We’ll see. You can give me time, since you get eternity.
But that’s a promise. And I always keep them. See.

... et merci à Plouf d'avoir été un si cool compagnon de route.
(c'était, là aussi, une promesse... :)