life

Feb 08, 2005 09:50



You Are Richie! You chill in a tent, listening to
The Rolling Stones in the sleeping bag you
slept in with Margot when you lived in the
museum together. As a child, you played drums,
collected toy cars, spoke on your HAM radio,
played tennis, and painted portraits of Margot.
The only thing you really developed in was
tennis, so much so that you went Pro before the
age of eighteen. Your athletic meltdown,
however, occured when you still had a few years
left, breaking down in the middle of the game,
because Margot had gotten married the day
before. Oh how you longed for her. You went
on a cruise around the world to get away from
her, but absense only made your heart grow
fonder. You attempted suicide when you found
that she was having an affair with Eli, but
you'll never do it again because you now know
she cares.
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