counting blue cars.
2002-12-10 - 10:31 p.m.

all we ever do is name the bands that come on the radio. in between everything else. we would be conversating and one of us would blurt out. it would be jethro tull, supertramp, the who. or maybe pearl jam, soundgarden, system of a down. we could be kissing while the rain pelted the car and one of us would blurt out. there's a whole section of my life unfolding in this one certain car. it's spent sitting in the fuzzy seats beside this boy. the one with the kung fu grip. the one with the sarcastic sense of humor. the one that doesn't put ice in his drinks. i hold his hand and try to block out the rest of the world. i don't know if it will work or not. i don't know if his affection can heal a fucked up heart.

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