Sunday, October 27, 2013


a.m. at night, everything a little gray, black shapeless outlines flashing past outside over and over again. seats that aren't clean but aren't dirty, hot milo, wrapped burgers that we don't touch and I try not to think how long they've been there.

talking about everything, nothing, passing time and enjoying it.

it's inexplicable, unforgettable and it was fun.

I can't save people, or keep them from getting hurt. even five years or ten years from now, all I'll be able to do is lessen the anguish.

if I can do more, great. If I can't, all I can do is my best.