Myra

[shaggylocks]

When Myra first asked me to go on the road with her, I went over to my friend Pete's house to see if I could borrow some of his CDs and mix tapes for the trip. When I got to Pete's house, however, he was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette, bruised and dirty, with a smoking pile of rubble behind him where his house used to be. I hadn't heard

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[daddymatt]

utterly confused-

but i am always sucked into your writing skills

[misplacedmind]

Y'know, usually I try to find something worthwhile to say, some intelligent commentary, or tendril of advice to cling to... mainly because I'm uncomfortable handing out wanton compliments, and because hey, cool people like to be treated just like everyone else, right? However, dude - damn. You really are one of my favorite journals to read. Thanks :)

Incidentally, in my opinion, you can never be too forgiving. Just be glad she chopped the tree down instead of just pushing you out of it, and then tricking you into climbing it again later on. Seems to me like the more times you climb the same tree, the more sour the fall, because you feel like your hands & feet really *should* have known the way.

Quickly, before I mutilate the metaphor - there's no point in climbing trees if you don't stare at the clouds without worrying about the axe. No point at all.