novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- work friend he sits down and talks to me outside the taqueria next to the small town park where parents visibly restrain their children from playing with our autistic and otherwise damaged students. he bums a cigarette and tells me about his band and i am thinking how i just ate three quarters of a burrito. the acid reflux has gotten so bad that when i see food i wilt a little inside. it hurts to digest anything, it hurts to not digest anything. i have lost a little weight from this and am a little mad at myself for being happy about it he has endearing eyes and a face that makes him look older than twenty-six. he is telling me something about how he went to a show last week and how since some people are leaving work in the fall we might get promotions and wouldn't that be great? i can tell he is itching to ask me if i still want guitar lessons he smiles at me often. i can't afford guitar lessons. he's a smiler. 12:52 am - 05.22.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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