johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

well-spoken.


Saturday, Nov. 16, 2002
the first time my father said "i love you" to me was over a static-ridden cell phone on the day of boy's funeral.

i know, all of us, shaken and sore, were acting on emotions which we'd long since labeled as youthful exuberance, but that short moment continues with me wandering through the memories i have of my dad ... looking on with peace, sorrowful that it took this much.

:: 2:49 pm ::

now playing... tristeza (spine and sensory)

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