Tuesday, September 11, 2012

99 problems


It was a medley of our favourite music...all the way from Nutgrove Ave to the place where Beans would write the last of his CA exams.

Biggie. 
Mariah.
Deadmau5.
Chromeo.
Lil Wayne.

And as we rolled in listening to Everyday I'm Hustlin', he gathered his things one by one. He gave me a thumbs up that meant "yes, I have everything I need," and I watched him walk to the doors without a single word.

Because he doesn't need luck, he doesn't need me to ask him if he's nervous, and he doesn't need me to say something like "call me as soon as you're done!"

He just needs me to cook him a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs, give him full control of the iPod on the ride over, and smile at him before he goes in.

So this is me not saying good luck     


Photo credit: Google images.

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