So much happens and you just feel like an epileptic dragonfly and everything is bright and beautiful and you want to cry, and you wonder if maybe that acid wasn't fake, and then you remember you bailed out because you weren't wanted there and everything goes dark a minute. and then some little child laughs, or you remember the way someone smiled at you once, and you just want to cry again. I think I am a bad person, but I am learning to be happy regardless. This has been a summer of ex-lovers. One has once again become my friend, banjos and all. One has a brother who flirts with me until he recalls my age. One I can never see again. I was supposed to leave this house nine minutes ago.
The reason I opened this window:
There is a rock show at the Aloisio's house in Shoreham on Tuesday. You should be cool kids and go. The corner of South Gate and North Country, probably around 6, and call/email me and tell me if you're going.
the aloisio's being pete and brian, as jay is in New Zealand. PLMB and At Least It's Not Raining and Jon K and others are playing.
Posted by: samm at July 9, 2005 03:12 PM