the hippies, before the hipsters.

Oct 21, 2009 16:31

I didn't think about you never thinking about me again. You, who threw my bag of talk tokens to the bottom of the ocean, on another planet. For God knows whatever I was talking about, which made sense to me, and may still make sense, although of course I can’t remember what it was. Made your brain bleed; and I'm sorry for playing the music too loud. And inadvertently causing you to get pulled over by the Maine state police.

And you who was, the worst speller. I could say a lot more, but I won’t. Except I cleaned your bathroom in Vermont and I don’t feel like that was appreciated. But Vermont is always appreciated, and all the beauty of nature and the wilderness, even though I can’t stand swimming in rivers, they are a pleasure to look at. Did you know what would happen in New York? Did you plan it? What a trooper I was; but I wish I remembered more, and wore something different. Woe is my nineteen year old self’s fashion sense.
And yet, I still learned how to spell 'ridiculous' correctly, finally.

And you who made me want to marry jewish, an explorer, someone with low self-esteem but high aspirations. And a delicious moral compass of literature.
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