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Jett Superior laid this on you on || August 31, 2007 || 10:18 pm

“Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew”

This evening I did something I haven’t done since somewhere in the midst of junior high, I’m sure of it: I upended a can of whipped cream and sprayed it straight into my mouth, unashamed. It hadn’t been sullied by pie or mussed up with ice cream; there was just the whipped cream, impossibly light and barely sweet in my mouth. Only air on a precise springtime morning tastes that good. I suppose it was fortunate that there was only about an eighth of a can left. It hissed and popped and died, that can did, thankfully enough.

Or maybe that’s just the Rolling Rock talking, boys.

I passed her room the first time this evening without preparing myself for it beforehand. Realization startled me after a nasty, sick fashion. she’s not there, she’s not there, oh godddd, she’s just not in there is what my brain was blubbering, seating it squarely front and center, drowning out the rest of the customary noise that stomps around every nook up there.

‘Missed My Chance’ by Griffin House is pushing slow and easy out of this machine, but I swear it has a machete behind its back.

And the sands have now fallen to the evening of my afternoon / I was always so ready to stay and always leaving too soon / And I don’t want to think about it now, but I do / And my spirit is restless, ’cause I know it’s true / I missed my chance with you

Piper is beautiful.

Piper is gone. It ended rather poorly. I think I am numb just yet.

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  1. redclay 8.31.2007

    oh, honey.

  2. skillzy 9.1.2007

    A year ago this weekend, I embarked on a pretty rotten year. A bumpy year. We still hadn’t met face to face a year ago, can you believe that? And during the past year, any time I’ve needed you, or you felt like I needed you, you were there to help out. Even if they were trifling little bumps that I should just suck it up and get over, you were there. I needed that, and if I’ve forgotten to say thank you, well, thank you.

    And I know that I’m not alone. How many days have you helped Tess get through? And countless other people that I don’t even know about? What I’m trying to say here is, be sure and talk to whoever it is that you talk to in times like this. Don’t try to cowgirl up and take this stuff on solo. You’ve got a whole extra family out here on the Internets, and we all love you A LOT and would do just about anything for you. So e-mail, pick up the phone, pour it all out in here, just cash in some of that karma you’ve been saving up all these years. We’ll be here.

  3. chris robinson 9.1.2007

    I’m so sorry. A prayer of peace to you.

  4. becky 9.2.2007

    oh sweetie, i’m so sorry.

    my kid just moved out, too. i feel ya.

  5. Shamrock 9.3.2007

    I’m so sorry and hope it isn’t permanent.

  6. Jettomatika 9.5.2007

    The locks are changed.

    Translation: Permanent.


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