what happened back there?
i've put on my sad-sorry-motherfucker music and boy has left to his father's house.
i've realized that there's a time and place for everything. i'm all about defeating that time and place. it may just be time to slip into my armor ...
when our whole group was in boston, there was this force, an uncontrollable means, keeping us there. me, boy, christoph, justin, eckhard, steve-o, kate (for a bit at least) ... and whoever else happened to stumble upon our basement haven from the terrible blue screen of world out in the streets of allston-boston-brighton. god, it was a crappy, dingy, dirty apartment, but we loved it. we spent our talks, our fights, our laughs there. we knew who we were when we were in each others' company.....
roundabout july last year, we broke apart. christoph had already been gone for a while. steve-o and eckhard moved to boulder. kate had been in france for too long. then boy and i moved down here in august. poor justin had another year left to fend for himself in the harsh lights of the northeast.
we haven't lost touch.
we keep talking.
we try to change.
i think we're making it pretty hard on ourselves, but after that kind of protection .. that kind of friendship ... acquaintances just don't add up.
moving sucks. i've been doing it my whole life. christoph and i both have. it just seems to get harder to make the kind of friends you want, harder to meet someone real.
boy and i lay awake talking some nights..........
and we still find that we have quite a bit more to say.
