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Remember? Remember how we’re in on the joke, and everybody else is so stupid and they don’t get it at all? Uh-hmmm.

So yeah, you’ve been on my mind all day, and I don’t know if this date is somehow cosmically significant for you and me. I would have to explore the past, and all the relics of it aren’t readily available to me right now, though I wish they were….

I wish they were, because suddenly and out of nowhere I miss you immensely. I want to hear your chuckle, want to hear you say that all is as well as well could possibly be fathomed, I want you to catch me up on the goings-on. I miss the stubborn, begrudging grace of your words when you think no one is paying attention, when you think nobody but nobody fucking gets it (ahhh, the big ‘it’, my friend), when you are purposely being mean and trying to piss me off but I simply refuse to allow such nonsense.

I guess that in its own silly way, this is a love letter to you. To some people, the notion of a love letter to a friend is a discomfiting one at best. To most people it’s unfathomable, penning a missive of warmth and devotion as homage to a relationship that is decidedly platonic, one that always has been and always will be nothing more. Not because we had to struggle with batting away some sort of sexual attraction, but because what we are is just enough as we are. It’s simple: I think of you, and affection wells up in me; it is a great, harmless passion that says simply, “I love this person. I love him so much that I wish we had known one another from the bassinet.” I see us clinking glasses (yours cradles fine scotch, mine happily holds cheap wine), snuggling down on the sofa together, watching movies and saying wry, snide things about a ream of topics simple and sublime.

I recall the way in the past that we soothed one another’s sense of hopelessness, each (haplessly enough) unaware of that fact at the time, and the immediate connection that existed between us despite the odds to the contrary….oh, you Hopeful Cynic and oh, me with my Keep Off, World! Stance.You have long been a crush, albeit one sans romantic over(orevenunder)tones. You know, like the kid with the muddy Chucks and the scowl on the playground who pretends not to court the attentions of the pigtailed, bouncy girl who just wants to be around him. Whispered secrets in a treehouse. Bug-catching and bully cursing. I-don’t-care-if-we-drink-after-one-another,-just-give-the-mouth-of-the-soda-bottle-a-swipe-before-passing-it-back. Mutual unspoken admiration. Pals.

Friends. Soul-connecting, I’ma-wait-on-the-roof, I’ll-pull-you-outta-the-bar-before-you-get-too-loud, helped-me-along-by-just-being-you, you-understood-in-six-words-or-less buddies. Damned if I know how these fucking things happen, but aren’t we so very lucky that they do?

So yeah, I miss you. Send word, old chum, and don’t fucking be a stranger.

At least not any stranger than you already be, ar-ar. Pfft. I’m certainly one to talk.

|| April 18, 2004 || 11:37 pm || Comments (1) ||



Grab the nearest book.

Open the book to page 23.

Find the fifth sentence.

Post the text of the sentence on your blog along with these instructions.

“She bit deep into a bun.”

meme-ish type thing cribbed from dear darlingk Wendy

|| April 16, 2004 || 9:07 pm || Comments (0) ||


is illegal:

should be illegal:

(class dismissed)

|| April 4, 2004 || 11:49 pm || Comments (0) ||

Letter to the faithful

Dearest Daniel,

I sat and spoke with your mother for some time tonight; I felt somehow led to reach out to her, to let her know that there are others that feel a kinship to her son though he is far afield in a tiny little slip of an enclave that many here on American soil had never even heard of until last week.

Although I myself have never seen the type of battle you are now entrenched in, have never held a weapon aloft against a proclaimed enemy while protecting others both near and far, I have known distress in my heart and in my gut over loved ones who do (and have done) just that. It in no way compares to standing abreast of you and your fellow Marines as you do your jobs, but it robs me of sleep and immerses me deep in prayer for you and those of your ilk that stand the gap so that I may get up in the morning and feed my children waffles while they are unencumbered by anything greater than the thought of what they will wear to school tomorrow; more importantly, so that others may rebuild the tattered country that for so long has known collective fear in its belly and torture in its midst.

I know you know uncertainty, Daniel, that it has wrapped its jellied tentacles about you despite your resolve to do what you are called to do. I cannot hope to comfort you with mere words on a page, nor can I convey the depth of pride and sense of love and care that I feel for you as you and your Marine Corps brethren embark upon this very dangerous undertaking.

I just wanted you to know that there are those of us that hold you in our collective hearts, and that I believe with every fiber of my being that –despite the horrors you are likely to be privy to– you will emerge from Falluja (different as the experience will make you) to come home to your momma and kiss her on her feverish, worried cheek.

Godspeed, Marine, and Semper Fucking Fi,


Almighty Father, whose command is over all and whose love never fails, make me aware of Thy presence and obedient to Thy will. Keep me true to my best self, guarding me against dishonesty in purpose and deed and helping me to live so that I can face my fellow Marines, my loved ones, and Thee without shame or fear. Protect my family.

Give me the will to do the work of a Marine and to accept my share of responsibilities with vigor and enthusiasm. Grant me the courage to be proficient in my daily performance. Keep me loyal and faithful to my superiors and to the duties my Country and the Marine Corps have entrusted to me. Help me to wear my uniform with dignity, and let it remind me daily of the traditions which I must uphold.

If I am inclined to doubt, steady my faith; if I am tempted, make me strong to resist; if I should miss the mark, give me courage to try again. Guide me with the light of truth and grant me wisdom by which I may understand the answer to my prayer.

~The United States Marine Corps Prayer