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

red line.


Monday, Mar. 31, 2003
he always insisted that he could make it across safely, if he could just get enough of a running start.

every time he and i were at park street station, he insisted that he could make it across that wide gap of train tracks.

i would just shake my head and point to the third rail.

"i could make it." and he would mime trying to get a running start.

"try, and i'll never forgive you."

and he'd smile at me, give a little chuckle, and say "i could make it."

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