index | archives | notes Thursday, Nov. 03, 2005 11:54 p.m. << [ This is That Kind of Town ] >> There is a moment standing out in the rain, gentle sprinkles everywhere and I'm standing with two people I don't know, our bodies pressed together against the "elements". The spotlights are on and reflecting against the rain so you can see each droplet as it falls, and I think maybe this is what happiness is like. Maybe I could feel like this forever, I think. I try to call him on the way home. Eleven thirty-four, the clock reads, and he doesn't pick up. They never do. Happiness and I just aren't on good terms right now. I went to see The Laramie Project today. The only other friend of mine who adores theater as I do was helping out a local community college, was acting in it, and gave me two free tickets. I grabbed the nearest person and invited him. You can't even really call this living anymore. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org