this is where we used to hang out, or at least where i like to imagine we did. just hang out and talk the way guys who've got nothing to do do. we'd smoke and grab beers out of the trunk and talk about stupid stuff...girls we liked that probably couldn't care less about us, guys we wanted to kick the crap out of cause the girls we liked liked them...he'd beat them up though, i just watched. on the last day of summer school he got expelled for beating the hell out of a kid who was a foot taller than him, and i'd always have to brag to people about it. yea we'd talk about fighting a lot, about how i was small but we both knew i'd be down to jump in any fight for him. then we'd talk about girls again and talk about what kind of asses we liked and didn't like, and he'd always use his hands to describe the shapes of chics bodies he liked. reminded me of dragline from cool hand luke, always beating things to the dirt....new years eve we got ourselves drunk and wrestled each other...we'd cuss at each other and call each other asshole and shitface and every bad word imaginable, but we'd never take offense or get pissed at each other and just laugh it off like none of that mattered. i suppose this time i went too far...that was a little over a year ago, when i started this thing. i found myself walking home alone from ny? no not that new york, the other new york in koreatown. i disappeared and nobody knew where i went, and i've been gone since then. its been a year. a year since yesterday and people haven't changed.

what we've got here, is a failure to communicate.