{     Half Dozen Things I Kinda Remember (1)     }    

What about that time I got you stoned for the first time and that parakeet flew into my mouth and freaked your shit out? 1993

That wasn't ET's finger....

This is gold. Solid gold.

And then there is falling from the ceiling of my apartment
and you falling asleep with your head rested on your broken
arm rested on the toilet seat... 2002

Also, there was the time you decided to throw a french fry-like high school cafeteria potato concoction shaped dinosaur at my head in 1994 and ending up in the floor, on your back, in the lunch room.

Admittedly, I am fit to examples of quick and senseless behavior over such little things. ;)

and to make it a real dozen:

that guy in virginia who sounded like he'd been sucking helium his whole life, who drove us around for hours searching for numerous spare tires- how thankful i was to be with someone who knew about guns, bitches, and country ass folk, otherwise i would have been scared out of my mind with that dude...

Jumping Jacks used to be my favorite firwork.

If you could manage to hold on to them until just before they went off, then to throw them into the air, the little jet of sparks that shot out the side would keep them hovering until the powder was spent.

I used to be able to make them float across the yard with just a little flick of the wrist.

Nowadays, they've got so little powder in them you're lucky if they even jump once or twice, and they don't have enough burn to hold themselves aloft for even a second or two.

-sigh-

middle school and you got high for the first time before first period and completely freaked out and i sat you down and I (i dont know why) told you your name over and over (but it really seemed to calm you down.)

what?