Location: Montreal

Thursday, September 14, 2006


a year is a year is a year is a year.
i was so out of it, so necessarily wasted, that i didn't even retain what the exact date was, just the approximate time of month.
and let me tell you, the difference between same month and actual day is like the difference between getting whacked with a phonebook and catching a laser guided dart in the neck.

{i don't remember if i was three or four, but i do remember being in the old backyard, surrounded by that tall red wooden fence.
i remember he had a beer in one hand a my favorite ball in the other, the red one with the white dots, and i remember he threw it straight up in the air, launched it, and i thought that sucker was gonna knock out the sun.
and i remember that being the first time i was ever truly and completely amazed by anything.}

cue the laser guided dart.


Anonymous Sandy said...

Well said

12:50 PM  
Blogger lora said...

take care.

9:05 PM  

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