and that point in my life when she was everywhere. oh russia, oh new york, your insanity has left me alone in this grassy state. why can no one relate? the insanity here is of such a different sort.
oh weekly six page paper, why don't I just start bullshitting at 11 instead of 2:30?
how I return to thee in hour of need when beautiful girls gaze at me temptingly I feel like black jack henry how old are you, my pretty little miss how old are you, my honey? she looked at me with a loving smile; I'll be sixteen come sunday.
Today I woke up at Josh's house, biked home and went out to breakfast with my family. We took the train up to edgemont and visited with my 2nd cousin's, where I saw this picture of my great or great great grandparents: