The Strange Objective

I remember when Rattling on about standard 4.1.1 the skies darkening and such all the way home crying ennui ennui into my coffee cream too expensive Big Island living so close to the sea how it pitched roiling along I remember Greg when I picked him up he was quiet a best friend not some random 4 Corners loser but taught me patient friendship is perhaps the best of all how did it happen with the tables turning keys around my neck