03-04-08| 1:39 pm

How about the time I was 21 in the wet haze of almost-Spring. When I was thinner than ever and trying to live off of slimfasts and vodka, read that one somewhere, had the sneaking suspsicion it could be done, all the confirmation I needed. If it is print, it is real, thank you misconception. When I realized that I'd spent too many years thinking too much and living too little, so that strange and common experiences were new to me, and delightful or delightfully embarassing. The time when I imagined so much ahead of me but looked in the mirror and saw so much behind me.
When the rain began to fall on me, it was familiar, I have lived it before.