The smoothies were good. Yeah, how was your day? Yeah, mine was fine. Driving home. All of the cross streets turned to schools, and they stood on stage, purple trophies were what they gave. You held my hand. You asked me why I wanted to stay. “But there’s no way to believe all the things I don’t say to you.”–Jim Infantino










Dammit what the hell does that refer to? A web comic? A tv show? Some gutter punk at a party? I’m glad I remember the thought but I’d rather remember the context as well, unless this is one of them schrodingerian felines…