i might have more than two friends. kendall and katie are two, though. kendall cut her hair, katie hurt her knee – a while a go now, but it scares me nonetheless. i worry for her. i wonder how i’ll be with my kids. kids. that scares me too. i don’t want to grow up…
last night i dreamed of america. i am planning a trip there soon. all through the states and into canada to visit the friends i made at uni. three months max. it will be filled to bursting point with adventures, places, attractions, people, stories, photos, culture, food, memories.
maui, california, vegas, boston, nyc, new england, delaware, baltimore, new jersey, miami, orlando, toronto…more, more, more. i want more.
questioner: would you ever get a tattoo?
matt brunoli: would you graffiti the mona lisa?
meningie: at the end of the middle of nowhere. a place where dreams come true?
it’s raining today. it’s wintry. it’s still autumn, go away.
driving today. two-and-a-bit hours to meningie to watch a football game. and it’s raining. the rain doesn’t compare to the rain in the place i was. it’s cold here. it’s piercing. it makes your skin sore to touch from the horrible freezing sting of it.
jed shakes more in the rain. he smells too. wet dog. but he isn’t unhappy. not like me. i miss the humid rain. when it got warmer as it fell.
but the football. it will be freezing. down by the murray river where the air skips off the water and takes the icy temperature with it.
we’ll sit in the car though. i’ll wear two pairs of socks. i’ll bring a blanket and drink hot chocolate from a thermos wrapped in hands wrapped in leather gloves.
oh, so that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t keep my eye on him…