Tuesday, January 11, 2011

two - your first love

I don't remember his name.

It was kindergarten. My best friend's name was Margaret. She had long dirty-blonde hair. I also knew this other girl named Brooke. (She was the one who whispered swearwords in my ear one day. I remember it vividly.)

I don't remember his name.

But I know it started with an M. He wasn't very nice. Looking back, his face was creepy, and slightly snake-like. But he could DRAW. Such talent! Those are the qualities I remember about my "first love". Mean, snake-like, and artistic. 

Does that count? It's a lame story. But here's a really good song:

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