Post by Gabriel Taylor Adams on Dec 30, 2009 15:09:38 GMT -5
In the back of Gabriel's tempo, there was a leather bound book. Photograph after photograph. Gabriel had scrawled in untidy hand writing, a caption or something on the back of all of them. The photos could be pulled out of their place, examined, the caption read. They weren't all him, some were others he knew. People he'd met.
Second to last, that's me.
Haha, Eliza. I don't think she knew I took that. She'll be pissed if she finds out.
Eliza, my guitar, somebody else's guitar and maybe....Zach's leg?
Why the hell is my hair brown? Alicia's hair looks weird.
Those gloves were a dare, man I look stupid.
