This is really long I know, don't worry about reading it
I love Bonnie Prince Billy. I fell in love with him this summer, when i went to that concert with Jonny and felt bad ass and fell in love with Jonny and Benji and that whole Orlansky thing for a night, I was wearing that vintag-ey Addidas shirt and some other new piece of clothing...I think the Brown Pants that now actually fit me and I felt old, drinking coronas. Anyway, I fell in love with Bonnie Prince Billy then, but I forgot about it, until I just bought Superwolf.
It's weird how some days you remember the whole thing of. That day, I remember the whole thing of. And so many days of last summer just blur.
I'm not gonna be 17 for much longer, I feel like I should fuck up some more stuff. Maybe I'll get really drunk this weekend and punch someone's lights out or steal something. When you're 17, if you are bad enough, they'll prosecute you like you're an adult, but there's something about 17 that feels safe to me. I'm probably totally wrong about that.
There are few times in life when the mixture of pleasure and sadness is so clearly equal than leaving home, knowing that even if you say you're coming back, you probably never will. I say I'm coming back, but then I can't really picture it. I say I'm gonna be a writer, and then I imagine living in a house, having two cars, serving my kids breakfast at the kitchen's island but having a seperate dining room table when we eat dinner at night. I'm going to college with the plan of learning stuff, but I can't really imagine connecting what I learn to an actual occupation.
There's something on my shoulder that looks exactly like a volcano, in minature. In chicago, there is a stain of some sort of chemical under an underpass that looks exactly like the virgin mary. People are leaving candles and praying there and officials have promised not to clean it off.
Bonnie said she was going to wear her 8th grade graduation dress to this year's graduation and I thought that was a nice idea. There's something about us that makes us come together at times when it's important. I wish I had been friends with her this whole time, but I was just too mad at her. I don't want to make that mistake again, denying my anger. Because if you don't admit you're mad, then you can't ever let go of it.
It's weird how some days you remember the whole thing of. That day, I remember the whole thing of. And so many days of last summer just blur.
I'm not gonna be 17 for much longer, I feel like I should fuck up some more stuff. Maybe I'll get really drunk this weekend and punch someone's lights out or steal something. When you're 17, if you are bad enough, they'll prosecute you like you're an adult, but there's something about 17 that feels safe to me. I'm probably totally wrong about that.
There are few times in life when the mixture of pleasure and sadness is so clearly equal than leaving home, knowing that even if you say you're coming back, you probably never will. I say I'm coming back, but then I can't really picture it. I say I'm gonna be a writer, and then I imagine living in a house, having two cars, serving my kids breakfast at the kitchen's island but having a seperate dining room table when we eat dinner at night. I'm going to college with the plan of learning stuff, but I can't really imagine connecting what I learn to an actual occupation.
There's something on my shoulder that looks exactly like a volcano, in minature. In chicago, there is a stain of some sort of chemical under an underpass that looks exactly like the virgin mary. People are leaving candles and praying there and officials have promised not to clean it off.
Bonnie said she was going to wear her 8th grade graduation dress to this year's graduation and I thought that was a nice idea. There's something about us that makes us come together at times when it's important. I wish I had been friends with her this whole time, but I was just too mad at her. I don't want to make that mistake again, denying my anger. Because if you don't admit you're mad, then you can't ever let go of it.