Here I sit, in a dark room with Mitto by my side.
The air is hot and stuffy. The fan is loud. But he still smiles. Determined to entertain the masses one day, he picks up the infamous Leukulele and begins to pick at the strings creating a beautiful melody.
Out of nowhere the door bursts open. Chris.
With his constantly wet looking hair, lightly freckled skin, and boyish face, he looks like any Sydney street kid. But he is in-fact a twenty year old male from Melbourne. I have come to the conclusion that he is the master of disguise.
The mass of limbs that is Rohan isn’t here yet.
Mitto and I sit and think about the glory he would bring to this room. I think more on how much better he is at writing than me. We shall see him soon. Well as soon as Rob is ready…
A few hours later Rob is ready.
He tends to take a bit longer than the rest of us, but he’s still just as much fun. For some reason though, he enjoys wearing a towel instead of pants…
This is YouTube at it’s best.
I love love love this! And not just because you called me a mass of limbs <3
I will link it from my blog immediately, and by immediately I mean I’ll write a post now but put it on scheduled posting, because I’ve just made a post about our time together.
Rob is smart. He knows that pants are highly overrated.
Excellent writing, by the way; I only wish you did it more often.