You did what with whom? Oh, is that right. A hand job everyday in Biology. Mr. Murphy’s biology? He taught us about human behavior, and racism, mostly racism. I cannot remember now. Wendy bit my finger and bit it hard. It was always under the circumstances of a woo. She let me see her breasts once. Why am I telling you this? High school was so fucked up. High school was so beautiful. I cannot believe that I made it. You were Catholic and getting it from all sides. I guess down South we were all a little more conservative. I guess we knew not what we did. There were denominations with more guilt than those who crossed themselves. I guess sexual congress in biology was okay with the Pope, or at least forgivable. You had confession at least. There’s a book that holds memories, and we scoured it. How many of those girls that we felt some sort of amorous/sexual emotion toward. Mostly they weren’t pretty. We remembered a moment when they were nice to us, or us to them, and we spawned off fantasies. Tyler looked old even then. Maybe that is why she dated the guy who was 6 years our elder. I cannot believe now that we limited our future spousal prospects to that place and time. They were beautiful in their on way, but my needs were, and are, so much...
For G, Hope you enjoy this one at least half as much as you did the first. I love you. B So I started reading the new Jonathan Safran Foer book tonight, cracking the cover and leafing through the first few pages only to come across that inscription. It was dated 21 August 2005. Do the quick and easy math I put together that that was about two weeks before we officially broke it off. You know I keep all of the dates in my head. Sometimes I wonder why. I know that an important date that will be hard for me to get through is coming up. I may decide to sleep through it, or I may just decide to smile through the whole thing. I remember the day we got the book I started tonight. It was during those dreamlike days when it was all falling apart. I say dreamlike because they weren’t really a nightmare, I just spent them feeling as if I was walking around outside of myself, or I wasn’t walking around at all. When I did come to my senses I felt such despair, and the rushing desire to make it all okay – to solve the problem with one move. I guess I thought a book might do it that day that we were in Barnes and Noble together. I guess I was grabbing at straws. I guess I thought a trip to the mountains, even if it was a cheesy little tourist trap, might solve it all. Seeing those mountains, something so much larger than us, or seeing the river that...
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