"Could I have a wake-up call at 7:30?"
And so, I sit here at gallery. I can see all these people around me working. Drinking. There's an old man in front of me. I think he is a doctor. Though, I'm not sure. He has an old/ghetto lap-top. It's about as thick as my Art History book. He's so jealous of my computer. I see him eyeing it. Three SCAD students just walked in. You know
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As weird as it may seem, every so often (not daily or something fucked up like that) I'll find myself thinking about you.
You were always someone interesting and down to earth. You were intelligent but had this cool collected sense of humor about you that made you real and exciting.
I cannot believe you are still in school. It seem's like its been alot longer then it has, but then again... life has a way of feeling like this long out-stretched beast, when in reality, its just passing you by.
One day I'd like to run into you again. I think everything happens for a reason, and people dont just meet one another "by chance". Hopefully, you feel the same.
PS: Call me, ok? 724 417 4204. I'd love to hear from you, really, I would.
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