they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
do not: de s pa ir, eh? + February 8. 2002 = 1:23 a.m.
one a.m. and as mark hugs me goodbye he whispers : you need to get out of this town | in my ear. ( behind him are boys & equipment. guitars & amps & empty beer bottles. behind him is ben. who : idont'know.what to do.with. i watch him sing and play and think of him as something that has nothing to do with me. ) walk myself home with my ears ringing. followed by some flashy guy in a silver audi. pass boy in huge blue parka walking dog and wonder and think of using him as ploy to divert man in audi. eventually, both pass out of view. think i am either vain or horribly smart to believe & then follow through with moving. to think s o m e t h i n g b e t t er bigger,brigher. may b e out there.
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