Saturday, February 15, 2003

My friend’s leaving town for good.

We sing on the road all the time. We know the complete lyrics of the worst songs ever made. We beat each other, me more than him. We are sarcastic to strangers. Only we understand our jokes.

He’s never on time.
He falls in and out of love all the time.
He hates olives and loves sweets.
He doesn’t scream amd hardly ever raises his voice.
He can’t dance.
He broke his hand a few months back.
He has the loveliest deepest singing voice.
He cries easily and believes with abandon.

My mom loves him and I’ll miss him.

I’m crying already. Tell him not to go…

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