just like that, it’s raining.
and just like that, I’m thinking of you.
a couple weeks ago, some kid on campus got hit by a train.
which isn’t something you would expect to hear,
but it’s not all that weird, I suppose; after all
we do have two train lines, one train station, and four train crossings.
the weirder thing is that it was a Sunday, the Lord’s day, at around
seven in the morning.
but that’s not so crazy, I guess; I mean
kids here party like animals, and maybe he was just
out late and walking home,
wearing his drunkenness like a crown he forgot to take off,
and he just wasn’t paying attention, or stumbled
at the wrong place or the wrong time.
my problem with that theory, though, is that
he wasn’t at a crossing.
he’d have to have fallen awfully far to land fifty yards down the tracks,
facing the train,
with bright eyes and gritted teeth.
Lana Del Rey + references to literature
She once asked me
the name of my
and I replied
and played along
and asked me
which one of his
works was my
I said it was
new drinking game, “poison dart” (which doesn’t actually involve taking off clothes, just throwing sharpies at each other), of course ends in Siena’s boobs being labeled. love me.
Happy Birthday Andy!