SalnAlan

I have been thinking about my milk chocolate skinned, curly haired, brother from my freshmen year of college. He the brother i never had, and the poet i wish i was is too far away. It may as well be light years away since he's stuck in Phili. gettn er' done, n moving on, and me, i'm stuck movin' far from where we once were together as one, in the same 7x12x12 feet box of white painted cement blocks. But i have him in my skull engraved in my DNA, tattooed to my name. And the best thing is memories get better as they come, fade, and go to make it as legends, and some they grow mold, or are rearranged and maybe sold. So here's a little bit of SAL'n'ALAN, from yours truely you.ve been told.