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Jonathan Richmond's "hospital" is playing on the recorder.
it kills me of course.
ah first person. what a retro thing.
I took a boy to Wilmington.
I took a boy I thought was going to be "the one".
yup. I was a fucking dumbass.
he was the first man I'd played with after the hell of Andrew, but it wasn't his fault.
both of them had shitty mothers.
raise your hand in this soliloquy if you didn't.
(sorry mom).
and god knows it was a thrill to take Leon to Wilmington. I'd never taken another bloke into my brigadoon. it was pretty fucking everything.
he did great.
he was the perfect companion. he said all the right things. he was agreeable. he did everything great. we played frisbee and football tossing on Wrightsville beach.
"your world is beautiful. I'll take the subway to your suburbs one time. I'll seek out the things that must have been magic to your little girl mind."
Leon gave no shits about any of her little girl mind.
he was always entrenched in how Nancy fucked him
although he always said he lived in the present and the past is the past.
aren't we all hypocrites.
I sure as shit am.
"when you get out of the hospital, let me back into your life. I can't stand what you do but I'm in love with your eyes."
ok. deal
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