lea

i love back roads.

some of my favorite memories are of riding in the car with lea, as we traveled too fast with all the windows down, and the music too loud for our health. we smoked while inhaling the fall air.

i'd get out half a sentence that was meant to be a profound thought that got stuck between my clove and my speech impediment, and she would say, "i totally agree." or not. and if not, we'd have a rousing debate about what God might have been doing before he created the universe or why pop culture must be understood even if you're a history nerd or which is better... italian meatballs, swedish meatballs, or bbq meatballs? it wasn't a fair argument, as she had never had bbq meatballs and therefore had no idea what she was talking about.

i can't have gatorade without thinking of
christmas parties
i stopped smoking because it's boring on my own
i'm eating grape jelly while i still can
i don't miss your ketchup... but there's no
one to listen to my crazy ideas.
at least not at 3 in the morning.
i haven't been in the mood for music
and stargate isn't nearly as fun
i'm reading all of your books
we should argue about them
when you come home.