"let's take a trip" i just text-messaged jeremy in connecticut, after i rearranged all the books i left in my bedroom in my parents' house in roygbiv color order "let's get stoned and go dumpster diving let's gouge our eyes out"
"hahaha" he answered "yes yes yes and no"
i guess he is having a better day than i am
from La vida de vagabundos americanos
i spent all morning reaching into my love letter collection shoebox and reading what came out
that sounds vain, that i even have that shoebox... it started with three pages dated june 1986, drafts to a woman named carol by some christian bird with grass stained knees a shit ton of apologizing to do. i found them between the pages of a library book and it would be years before i'd get any of my own.
but "you're more than a macaroni and cheese sunset," went, in earnest crayon, one of the first, maybe worst (arguably the best), followed by about a million other crayola-colored puns. "color me in love, x. ps: thanks for bringing the color back into my life." yeah, that's how you do it, boys. gag me with a bowtie macaroni picture frame, but i guess we were fifteen and it's not like the next dozen were any better
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