Sunday, November 14, 2004

 
What are you writing? Why are you always writing things down? Are you going to talk or are you just going to write?!

Well, if I could talk without you yelling at me, I'd talk. Anyway this isn't about you, it's just writing, ok? I tried to spit out my words with venom, but I couldn't. I was feeling meek. There's something about driving in someone else's car in someone else's city that'll do that to you, especially when you're being chastised.

I was laughing at a grain storage building that had the name 'GOEBBEL' emblazoned on the side of it. I thought how funny the phrase 'GOEBBEL's Farm' was. I couldn't share it with her so I wrote it down in my notebook for later. I'd laugh about it when I wasn't in enemy territory.

It never started out as enemy territory, I'd describe it as neutral at best, but somehow I'd made a mess out of everything and despite the non-aggression pact, I was at war.

I was in town for two weddings, her brother's wedding and her best friend's wedding. I was doing well. I was remembering everyone's names and back stories. I was pretty sure I'd need all these details later, I had hoped I'd be around for a long time.

Turns out I wouldn't be.

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