Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I want a do over

Slept in this morning, days running together with the weather... got up around 12:30 and got blazed... stayed baked since. Took a shower, slipped on a babydoll and played Xbox 360. I could have what I want, right now if I give in, there is still time. But what I really want? To erase every trace of Ad Man out of my life and memory, and everything associated with him. In fact, how far back can I go?

Can I go back to when I was 15 and snuck out of my house to meet a "boyfriend" at 1:00am, only to find all his friends also waiting for their turn? Or further back, maybe Hal, go back to my first meeting with the limp wristed sweaty palmed brown polyester pant wearing child molester pimp... I know all of these things make you who you are, but I would give anything for another chance at the dice. Truth.

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