2003-09-29 - 6:29 p.m.
dear chicago, you'll never guess"i awoke from all those dreams from the past suddenly and with something like a shout of laughter." (chesterton's autobiography)
you know that girl you said i'd meet someday,
well, i've got something to confess
she picked me up on friday, asked me if she reminded me of you
i just laughed and lit a cigarette and said "that's impossible to do" ryan adams
sometime in my twentififth year i opened my eyes after a long sleep and found i had a friend. strange that this should make all the difference. but it did. the world came back to life and i remembered how to laugh.
but this was not how it was supposed to be. i was supposed to figure it all out myself, with blood, sweat, and tears. but when it came, it came as a gift. and ("fate, it seems is not without a sense of irony") it came as a boy.
funny.
