Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Hello? This dog is too big for a stroller! At least get him a wagon, for chrissake. I mean, have a little pride, people.