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I fucking hate TicketMaster.
Anyway, in high school, I had this friend. We'll call him Michael. 'Cause that is his name. And I think it's safe to say that Michael was one of my best friends. Him and I would write letters back and forth like nobody's fucking business. At least one a day, with a top of, like, five letters from him in one school day. I saved most of the letters, and at one point, he took a good deal of them, and put them in a binder for me. I found the binder the other day while going through some stuff at my mom's house, and have started reading the letters. Which are mostly impossible to understand, for a variety of reasons. First of all, they're not dated, and I'm not sure they're in order. Or that they're all there. Well, I know they're not all there, because I remember writing back and forht on his laptop occasionally, files that were saved, but never printed. And at one point, he ditated letters to me on tape, just to be different. Michael was a very different person. Very articulate, very wordy. He had a lot to say, and sometimes some very weird things to say. And it would be a blatant lie if I were to say that there weren't many times I doubted his mental stablity. But we had something. We had a very unique relationship, and although I'm only about 5 letters into a book of at least 100, I miss him. A lot, all of a sudden. We've hung out only a handful of times since I moved to San Francisco for college (just over 4 years ago-holy shit), and the last time I saw him was at my wedding. And he left early. Which disappointed me a great deal, because I was looking forward to a dance from him. So, I just looked up his phone number in my old cell, because I think it would really make me feel better if I could catch up with him, or just be reminded how crazy he was. But his number has been disconnected. And Yahoo deleted my mail account, because it was inactive, and I had his e-mail addy there. And that makes me sad. But all is not lost. Now I just have to call up his parents, like an idiot, and ask for his new number.
It just makes me really sad, how much I miss those years sometimes.
P.S. I am playing the Dire Straits Romeo & Juliet, because it reminds me of high school. I didn't realize how terribly appropriate it is to my current mood.
I fucking hate TicketMaster.
Anyway, in high school, I had this friend. We'll call him Michael. 'Cause that is his name. And I think it's safe to say that Michael was one of my best friends. Him and I would write letters back and forth like nobody's fucking business. At least one a day, with a top of, like, five letters from him in one school day. I saved most of the letters, and at one point, he took a good deal of them, and put them in a binder for me. I found the binder the other day while going through some stuff at my mom's house, and have started reading the letters. Which are mostly impossible to understand, for a variety of reasons. First of all, they're not dated, and I'm not sure they're in order. Or that they're all there. Well, I know they're not all there, because I remember writing back and forht on his laptop occasionally, files that were saved, but never printed. And at one point, he ditated letters to me on tape, just to be different. Michael was a very different person. Very articulate, very wordy. He had a lot to say, and sometimes some very weird things to say. And it would be a blatant lie if I were to say that there weren't many times I doubted his mental stablity. But we had something. We had a very unique relationship, and although I'm only about 5 letters into a book of at least 100, I miss him. A lot, all of a sudden. We've hung out only a handful of times since I moved to San Francisco for college (just over 4 years ago-holy shit), and the last time I saw him was at my wedding. And he left early. Which disappointed me a great deal, because I was looking forward to a dance from him. So, I just looked up his phone number in my old cell, because I think it would really make me feel better if I could catch up with him, or just be reminded how crazy he was. But his number has been disconnected. And Yahoo deleted my mail account, because it was inactive, and I had his e-mail addy there. And that makes me sad. But all is not lost. Now I just have to call up his parents, like an idiot, and ask for his new number.
It just makes me really sad, how much I miss those years sometimes.
P.S. I am playing the Dire Straits Romeo & Juliet, because it reminds me of high school. I didn't realize how terribly appropriate it is to my current mood.
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I always loved the threads between the books ...
one in particular, bryan kendal. last i heard from him i was on the phone asked if i could call back, called back in an under an hour and he was gone.
then i moved from the states to sweden and so much for keeping in contact.