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[sneaker_wave]

i was sung to three times,
with three cakes,
three wishes
(but i made the same one three times to
give it emphasis)


hot sake and sushi,

and will and i wore silly hats



and i remembered why i liked it here,
the people are good.
or great.











we made tom collins' and
talked about favorite new york moments.
we played new york songs and sang loudly.
we wore deep-V tees and hugged so much.

and we said goodbye to will,
and smoked one last cigarette out on the moondeck,
and the girls stood on the stoop and waved
while the boys packed his suitcases in the car,
and little paul cried.

my birthday really was golden.
"and everything i'd hoped it would be".
i go back on friday.
back to tacoma.
back to my roooooots.
goodbye new york, for one month.

hello, strangest month of my life???
(let's just hope that in january i'm not forgotten?)