I can just see it now...

"We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't even put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching.
We both had been robbed"

This passage always struck me rather funny when I read it. Some innate feeling had me realizing there would be a point in my life where I would/had share(d) the same experience. Metaphysically speaking, this has already happened to me countless times. Like now. I can almost visualize past friendships and relationships laying along side me in my bed. Along side me.

This is why I think all along I've really enjoyed this passage. Not in the way you enjoy slouching during a summer heatwave, but in the way you enjoyed getting punished as a child.


Stupid post. But I am a stupid kid.

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Last night, after nearly being at each others throats, my father and I shared an anomalous dialogue (well, it made me laugh).

"You know, I've got plenty of stories to tell. You aren't old enough yet for me to tell you any of them."
I replied, "Yeah? That's something I wouldn't mind sticking around for."
I continued, "You know? I've got quite a bit of stories of my own. I just don't think you are old enough to hear them."
"Oh, I know of you and your "stories". I've seen the pictures."
"That's not even half of it."

My dad knew how to drag things out of me.
Luckily, for both our sakes, I spared him the grief.
All of my late night rendezvous littered with curses, farts, laughter and alcohol-ridden breath.
All of the broken laws and the broken sense of mortality.
Crazy shit.

One day, I know we will both surprise the hell out of each other.