the five people you meet in heaven
I read a book today. My trunk is filled with boxes of random junk, yesterday, looted, from Trevor’s desecrated apartment. I started the year out driving, alone in my car. I played a game of chess with a friend, just before, trying not to be afraid to lose, moving instinctively, not really trying to win. Just play. It ended in a stalemate, and I couldn’t be happier. Then I visited another friend, and left her there, trapped, jailed. Her fiancé shooed me from their cave, but not before I told her how I felt. Call me, if you ever truly want to leave, and I will do my best to help you. I also had a conversation with a guy named Butch, a kindred spirit. He already knew me, “You get déjà vu a lot, don’t you?” Well, duh.