Once Upon a Junior Mint

I remember running away sitting in Tony Schmidt park talking about The Future.

I remember I wrote in your yearbook about how we would escape, we would sit in the trees and talk about how good our lives had gotten, how I couldn't wait until we laughed about how our lives used to be and how they had become.

Last night when my grandma met the President of Kenya as Sexual Big Bird raunched behind a hip Oly Eastside house and dogs and kids and punks rolled all over,
it was then I remembered The Future.

We didn't find trees but we talked in the backyard Hiding Place about Culminations.

The bridge in that Smiths song is playing at the part when the keg is tapped, when the Reef burns down, when we've all stumbled off to our own nooks of Dude Zone and the Christmas Lights are still plugged in the wooden floors and spray painted walls are covered with Smoking.

Last night Csank and I on the swing set sharing something stolen and broken. Discussing hindsight and how much better everything becomes. The coldness and the bass playing and the scary drunk now irrelevant; when we look back its love hard strong.

Whats important about bridges is that they are but modes of Transition.

get from one place to another.