I've gotta remember in about five years to call up all my college friends.
More than the things they're doing now, jobs they hold, kids and that, I want to ask them about the conversations we had five years ago. "I'd like to know what you were thinking when I told you about this or that," I'd say, and they'd tell me the face they were thinking of, or which girl's name, or just that I was full of shit. "I've always wanted to ask, but I couldn't at the time. Tension, didn't want to ruin a moment, whatever it was, but I figure it's a good time to bring it up now that it's not important."
People are welcome to ask me these questions too, and I have a pretty good memory for this stuff. I you don't, I'd recommend writing it down, because when I call you and you can't recall, then there's a great moment you'd have ruined.
(I don't think there's a better way to stop, so I will) Goodnight!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Tell Me When We Don't Give a
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