If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and I.
I won't forget that time in Denysenko's class where those crazy Russians came in looking for him, but it was a sub that day. I think they let you borrow their rifle. (Though maybe that was someone esle, it gets fuzzy.) I do remember though that you somehow ended up shooting one of them. But, I mean, it was only in the arm. (Probably why they didn't press charges.) Good times, except for the guy you shot.
I'll always remember when we took that walk together and rearranged lawn ornaments from one stranger's yard to another, and took polaroid pictures of them all, leaving them along with ransom notes on the owners' doorsteps. Then you had to go to the bathroom, so you took a shit in front of our high school and then begged me to get you leaves. Fun times.
OMG remember that time we were in toronto, and i really wanted to go back to minnesota so could learn about the skyways of minneapolis, so you made me hide behind the dashboard of your car, and the people at the US/Canada border heard me sneeze and then you just floored it and ran them over and then i didnt know how to get out of minneapolis. in fact, i dont know how i got here now..........
Comments 10
Good times, except for the guy you shot.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment