that year. those eyes. that date.

nothing mattered but us -- on a night like tonight, when the world won't stop wrestling with my heart as if it were an over-cooked pork chop tucked between the jaws of a starved giant schnauzer, i stare at pictures from the 50's and 60's and i swoon.. i swoon. somehow it lifts what's left of my heart, stirring the grease and the gristle into a whirlpool of randy nostalgia reminding me that i am almost, almost alive.

one day ill look back and laugh. i hate post-hormones. silly duffer.