Salty like your mouth. I miss it, can you tell? I believe I have it and think, “Well, that’s the last time I am going to fall in love,” and then that girl over there crosses the street with her tight red shirt on, the one that looks like shit, even on her, but for [...]
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I’m not sure what I think of my drinking. Well, not the drinking as much as what I feel like I should learn from the drinking. Is it a good thing? Something I approve of? Something I want to do again? I don’t know. I feel like the answer should be no. Like saying the [...]
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I sit here. The candles are smoking (who lights candles for a party?) and the shadows are dancing. I wish people just weren’t so silly. I mean, really. Girls whispering secrets about thongs and flowers. Boys placing bets on sports and girls. It is too much. It really doesn’t take much to overwhelm me these [...]
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You show up at the party. Yes, I have avoided you somehow through most of the week. As if you are only a ghost, a memory of some parallel universe I no longer have to contend with. But then you are here. Along with everyone else. I feel the air thicken. It doesn’t, of course; [...]
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“Between the destination and the journey.”
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It is on the car ride home that I notice this. You can trick your eyes into believing the wheels of cars are not actually touching the ground. The two surfaces move across each other so quickly, you can make your eyes believe there is a fraction of space between the two.
I want us to [...]
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I’m sitting on my balcony, years later. A cool night, Soul Coughing playing, Belgian white ale in my bloodstream. And the bass strums on. People scurry past — it’s night and they no longer wish to be walking the streets. Boys with no shirts on and backwards baseball caps. Time changes nothing.
“5, 10, 15, 20, [...]
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Amy gave me the brochure for the place months ago. I never read the thing. I didn’t care. In the slightest. I had no input on the plan anyway; it was a cursory gesture. But what did interest me on this brochure was the woman pictured on the front. She was looking at the camera [...]
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A girl walks by. A cute girl. As she passes, right after she walks past me, after I can’t really see her very well anymore, after we make eye contact, she licks her lips. That’s all. It is a small victory. But small victories are better than no victories at all. I take what I [...]
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So I keep running into this girl. Not my ex. This other girl. One I’d like to meet. No. Not really meet. I don’t want an introduction, really. What I want is to talk to her. To really talk. To have a conversation that seems to mean something. Not that my conversations don’t mean anything [...]
