index | archives | notes Sunday, Feb. 26, 2012 4:52 a.m. << [ Mammories ] >> Rewind to three weeks ago when we're sitting on my couch babysitting the friend who's had too much. We continue, and he stands, then turns to ask, "Are you good?" He smiles to himself, then says, "What am I saying, you're never good." "Isn't that what you like about me?" and I throw the smile right back. By now he's turned to walk away. "One of the things," he says over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org