3rd, 5th, 7th, 9th Wheel.

I met Pam today, Ebert's back. He'll stay for 2 weeks with us, well, yeah, us before he leave for Afghan.
Then came Kate and Jerome, and then Dyanne and Li.

I knew it. I will be the 7th wheel, since Sani's not around.

I was happy. I never felt I am out of place.

After two hours of talks, and laughs, and reminiscing good times, we have to go home.

That's when it hit me: I am the only single in the group. They were walking hand in hand, in pairs.
I am walking alone. They rode the taxi by twos, I rode the cab alone.

Then I realized: NO MATTER HOW CLOSE YOU MAY BE WITH YOUR FRIENDS, AS LONG AS THEY ARE WITH THEIR PARTNERS, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE OUT OF PLACE.
FREAKIN OUT OF PLACE.