Archive for the 'Memory Lane' Category

">what is UP??

we used to go camping a lot. every single weekend my brother and his girlfriend who was also my best friend but only she was my best friend before she was his girlfriend and i didn’t even know they were dating for a big long time because they were hiding it from me. but that’s [...]

">on any given sunday

i went to school with a boy called george sunday. i used to think this meant he was really spiritual. like if we both died and went to heaven, god would be all like, “well, i’m sorry. your last name is only ‘williams’ and george here, his last name is ‘sunday’ so. well. you know [...]

">fool’s luck

when i was in sixth grade there was a boy called brandon who reminded me a lot of tom hanks. now i mean. not then. i didn’t know tom hanks from jesus when i was in the sixth grade of course. but when i think about him now i think, “tom hanks” every time. memory [...]

">south of the border

this one time when i was running drugs through the mexico border, i met up with this guy called tito who had been badly scarred in a boating accident. his boat blew up due to Foul Play and he barely escaped with his life. all the same, most of his body was covered in scars [...]

">you can’t go back again.

i went to san diego this past weekend. the rain followed. san diego is a lovely place to visit though. rain or no. i saw a man walk into a street sign. i was in the cab on the way to the airport sunday and i watched him walk down the sidewalk. he was right [...]

">all the world

if i only had about 5 more hours in a day, i might not be so frazzled. i’ve cut out eating and sleeping, thereby reclaiming some portion of time wasted in an average day. but surely there must be more to be had? i don’t see why, in the year 2005, we can put a [...]

">summer things in winter

in summer, i don’t write about summer things. but i don’t write about winter things either. it’s only when the wind is blowing like razors across my cheeks that i can’t seem to stop thinking about those lazy days that roll out long and hot; the sun beaming new freckles directly on my shoulders for [...]

">one-step two

my first boy-girl dance in junior high was a sock hop. i went with a group of girlfriends. we wore bobby socks and poodle skirts and generally looked like dorks. i remember wanting to dance with this boy named casey who i basically had a crush on through all of high school and junior high [...]

">lock box

i don’t like being locked in. i don’t like small, enclosed spaces. when i leave the office at night sometimes i’m the last person to leave. i ask the people up front not to lock the door but i guess they’re either deaf, stupid, or overly protective as our office is surrounded by 3 bars. [...]

">mulligan

somebody asked me yesterday: if you could go back and re-do one memory from your past, but do it right this time, which would you pick? i have lots. but i guess this is one: when i was about 10 years old i had a friend named angela who lived up the hill. a lot [...]

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