i should have taken a picture of him. not for the touristy me, but because he’s a nice guy. he’ll be happy in florida. i got to know him because i kept coming back late all the time.
i bet half the people here don’t even know he’s leaving. just think what you’d think if you knew al was leaving.
i never had the terrible twos, according to my parents. i was always quiet.
i was also reading at this point. it all goes downhill from here.
there was this girl who lived at our apartment complex that i always hung out with, too. i rode my big bird tricycle around the place with her. it made a really loud clicking noise. knowing my parents, they got it at some garage sale somewhere. years later i would visit that apartment complex. it still had the brown siding, fading away after all those years. not the best place to live i suppose, but good enough for a poor graduate student and his family. i guess anyplace is good enough if you’re happy.
we really did work our way up in the world, didn’t we? it’s up to me now.
it was the third night ii couldn’t sleep and the first night i couldn’t get “our endless numbered days” out of my head. my eyes want to shut but my body doesn’t. i’m sore all over too. even in my mind.
and typos ssy something aboutmy state of mind right now. or the macintosh kyborad, i can’t tell.