this lonely street of dreams

As of today, I am on a championship-winning soccer team. There's really nothing else that needs to be said about that.

Well, that's not entirely true. As we walked to meet our opposing team for the final game this morning, flanked by my hirsute teammate Torre, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and giant jambox pumping Whitesnake on his shoulder, I think that other team knew their fate had been sealed.