And baby makes...one.
Tonight, a phone call.
Kelly Hawthorne.
November 3, 2001 - Strapping boy - 7lb./8 oz. - 4:42 a.m.
He would have been my son if things hadn't gone off course. And that is why our past is like a spinning wheel.
I began dating Kelly last year. We met on a train. It was precisely the right environment for the creation of that kind of love affair and yet, oddly, not sensual enough.
They were actually miserable sleeper cars. The smell was rotation; new passengers getting on, getting off...ten thousand bodies per year, laying their heads down on that bale of hay I was made to lay down in, the bedding that I desecrated with sex and lust and bodily fluids.
I had been talking to her for quite a time after having sat down for some iced tea and sandwiches. (I always pack a good meal when travelling.)
She was visiting sick Aunt Vertuli and I commented on what a strange name that was after overhearing a cellphone call she had placed that morning.
Kelly Hawthorne.
November 3, 2001 - Strapping boy - 7lb./8 oz. - 4:42 a.m.
He would have been my son if things hadn't gone off course. And that is why our past is like a spinning wheel.
I began dating Kelly last year. We met on a train. It was precisely the right environment for the creation of that kind of love affair and yet, oddly, not sensual enough.
They were actually miserable sleeper cars. The smell was rotation; new passengers getting on, getting off...ten thousand bodies per year, laying their heads down on that bale of hay I was made to lay down in, the bedding that I desecrated with sex and lust and bodily fluids.
I had been talking to her for quite a time after having sat down for some iced tea and sandwiches. (I always pack a good meal when travelling.)
She was visiting sick Aunt Vertuli and I commented on what a strange name that was after overhearing a cellphone call she had placed that morning.