The 14th Ghost...me trippping over that darn phone cord the FIRST time I ever met you...our SWAT team radio nights...hiding from Glowboy...man....i could go on forever...
And doesn't belong with those of your 'real' friends, perhaps...
But just the other day, I was trying to remember when I first really met you.
And I remember the bus, in 8th grade. And how I always sat second seat from the front, on the left-hand side. And how sometimes, especially near the beginning of the year, you would sit closer up to the front to talk to me... until I had Jenny H., and would talk to her and help her with her English. Then you receded.
But you were always sort of there... hovering about in the backset... stepping in only when I needed it, and leaving when I didn't. I was aware of that, even then -- that you were offering me just enough of yourself to let me get by in that huge, new, scary world of Public School.
And then later... well there were non-bus 8th grade associations with you, too. But those occassions on the bus are something I can treasure now. Far from the only thing that I treasure about you, but they're my earliest memories of paul....
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2. driving down I-45 with you and Houston, witnessing a car accident, and kept driving bc we were scared.
3. living with you in Allston and thinking you were a burglar in the kitchen when you were only getting a late night snack.
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getting stoned in front of david saleski's former home!
making pasta with yummy tomatoes & watching the rat movie!
haha all of them have to do with getting stoned and/or stalking ds
love!
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And doesn't belong with those of your 'real' friends, perhaps...
But just the other day, I was trying to remember when I first really met you.
And I remember the bus, in 8th grade. And how I always sat second seat from the front, on the left-hand side. And how sometimes, especially near the beginning of the year, you would sit closer up to the front to talk to me... until I had Jenny H., and would talk to her and help her with her English. Then you receded.
But you were always sort of there... hovering about in the backset... stepping in only when I needed it, and leaving when I didn't. I was aware of that, even then -- that you were offering me just enough of yourself to let me get by in that huge, new, scary world of Public School.
And then later... well there were non-bus 8th grade associations with you, too. But those occassions on the bus are something I can treasure now. Far from the only thing that I treasure about you, but they're my earliest memories of paul....
I love you.
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