a new word should be created to describe the unimaginable weirdness that comes from a dream of making out with your first fuck. especially when within the world of your dream he has just been released from prison and you are swapping spit in the back room of an abandoned hospital.
but things got better, as somehow i found myself at a Red Sox opener game and i got to meet johnny damon except johnny damon was like 17 and had no facial hair.
and then things got worse, as somehow i found myself in high school. i couldn’t find my locker and then there was a fire drill and i had to go sit outside in a new england fall drizzle while the authorities waited for the firemen to turn off the alarm. the coolest part was when we realized that there was a huge sandpit directly behind the school with a 30-foot sheer drop and all the lame boys that i used to hate started leaning over the edge. but none of them fell off. ah, well!!
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