I Think Better With Chicken Sauce.

on one fine day, I was to reunite with Kashew.
an old dear friend of mine.
things we did were less than exciting, but thrilled at the same time.
everything was an adventure
I love nostalgia.

I found myself pouring out things that even those closest to me had to nag for.
maybe it was the near anonymity? or the desire to rekindle what was once.
she sucked in my anecdotes like air. hanging off every word.
suddenly I was badgered to get the man to come whisk me away!
and to my surprise (of course after confusing technology and about 2 hours later)
it happened.
we walked and talked all the way to meet him.
my favorite part.

old friendships never die, if you leave them there to live on.

and after she got home. and we were driving around.
me and the man found ourselves back in the ole neighborhood.

holding hands in the park and kissing under the monkeybars.

since we were so close to kashew's, I decided to invite her on our adventuring.
we were tourists.
we went to every park and playground of my childhood.
and at the school with all those bad memories.
but all those good ones too,
it started raining.
pouring.
the moon looked like Meteor.


yes. Meteor. not A Meteor. just Meteor.

.... n00b.



after adventuring with kashew, we parted ways.
me and the man continued however.
hiding from the law. fugitives!
we looked for backroads, and shortcuts.
finding ourself getting nuggets at mcdonalds.
and seeing a stereotypical hooker on 20th.
where else? c'mon.

eating in fort george park and sharing deepest thoughts.

Kidnapping.
"Is it alright if I kidnap you?"
I love that he always asks. and so shyly.
right before heading to my house.
the fork between our two homes.
he whisks me away to the lake.
we're falling asleep on the ride back.
dangerous don'cha know
and we fall asleep immediately.

entangled in our magical night.

I don't want to worry whether we're gonna stay together till we die

Maybe This Time Is Different, I Mean, I Really Think You Like Me

My world was flipped upside down.

you were late. but I don't blame you.
pale but excited. I waited at Pony's work.
I saw you and it was magnetic.

I didn't catch on to how far that feeling might go.
At that point I was convinced it'd be impossible.

I'd never had so much fun at the mall. We went to Sears and pretended to be a couple.
We were looking for the perfect home.
our banana couch, which is good for sitting, smalltalk, and other things >>
but not a great sleeping couch. also leather-like. another minus for sleeping on.
and looking at stoves. i wanted chrome or black. to compliment our mahogany cabinets.
The sales lady didn't understand. but that was okay. it's our private joke.
treadmills. not so interesting.
we're a modern household. so only the flat-screens for us.
for over the fireplace.

and we lay in the grassy shade at Masich Place. just talking about random things. or nothing at all.
the white older woman who listened to mariah carrey and Beyoncè way too loud.
or the black hairless man excercizing on spot in the distance.

his sweat glistened and the world radiated from his hairless body.

we hung out at PGSS in the back.
we talked and talked.

and there just wasn't enough time in the world.
or maybe he just hadn't seen the world in awhile.
either way, he invited me to the lake where he lives.
we swam with his sister and her friends and mom :)
it was so much fun.

i had to borrow clothes. but even then i was still damp.

slowly we grew closer.
at first i thought it was for comfort.
and then it was for my comfort.

we watched south park and the matrix.
you'd never think of them as anything intimate.

you'd move cautiously.
testing the waters as you wrapped your arm around me.
I melted.

there were so many feelings and emotions.
but there wasn't regret.
"what a night..."

With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see