On a crisp morning a few months back, I returned to the battlefield; except the battlefield was gone. Huddled in the safety of the car as I turned from main street in search of 81 campus drive.
Within those walls, I had been forced into maturity by my own carelessness. It was also there that I met the boy...no...man whose hands could reduce me to single syllables. The yard stick that every other has been measured against.
So I returned, expecting to say fuck you and so long but it had already left; the building is gone. What was once a crime scene now replaced with new homes of brick and mortar.
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...the FIRST and the FORTIETH Drink
40th Drink
It's easy dismiss things we say as being "drunken speak," but really, they are so much more than that. Inebriation, intoxication, liberation.
Because "the truth lies in between the first and the fortieth drink."
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2 comments:
Buddy, you have to leave the hurt. It's been years, every person isn't a jack off. You were young, & I hope he was your age.
If he wasn't...........pissed off
All the times I was looking forward to spending time with you, and then plans were shot down. Now I know why, "it hurts". With this much emotion, with-out ever being sexual.
someday i was hoping to find out who "me" was
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