doves: i eat my dreams. i cant get you out of my head, or off of my skin
i have not been nervous for a date in three god damned years. this isnt even a first date. i dont even know if this is a date. but i think shes the only reason im still in boston.
every minute is mired with conflict, every day is filled with decisions i shouldve, shouldntve made. i swear i tried to clean up my act, but this sort of shit just beckons me. i finished off my pint, ran down the stairs picked up the telephone to give a ring with a faint bit of hope. i must have been on speakerphone because i could hear her friend listening to me responding in whisper, and i hate...
chrissie concluded with :
“i need to study” “i need to go” “good night” “good luck”
she stole the ampersands like she had stolen my heart. all these city-life distractions are really destruction, and the only way to salvage our situation is with duct tape and intermittent conversation. some time between the half smiles and the half truths i realized
everyone is in law school , now.
how we abused the ampersand ,how i kicked back jameson & watched her riled up over consitutional law &all&all. “law school will suck the life out of you “. “yes ,quite”. arms around my back ,my neck,my face and played with my sideburns. “i love them.” she fell asleep,i poured three fingers more and shaved.