An Ode To Faulkner
Good times come and good times go,
like lightning flashing through my window.
- Gazing at the horizon from the roof top.
- Watching the trains pass.
- Seeing Ben Nichols and Hayes Carll play in our backyard under the moonlight.
- Pretending to sleep while Jack hovers over your bed demanding rent.
- Tire Swings.
- Strawberries from the garden in the summer time.
- Being the only person that I can recall who has stayed in every apartment.
- Make out parties in the back of apartment #2.
- Throwing "grandma" out of the 2nd floor window.
- Skank ass pallet parties.
- Ray Anne (SP?).
- Parties, parties, and parties.
- Lightning striking a tree in the front yard and falling into Mark's room.
- The roof falling down on apartment #1.
- The Portal.
- Running from Jack last night when he creeped up on us.
- Rose's cat.
- Mistaking the biggest rat I have ever seen in my life for Michael's dog.
- The hot lonely summer in Apartment #1 stealing electricity from the back house to keep cool.
- The back stairs and the front stoop.
- The sheds.
- The plan to buy a community RV.
- The dead body I buried under the back house (oops!).
posted by Seth Baldy | 12:21 AM
3 Comments:
I didn't license this photograph to you. You will be hearing from my attorney very soon. And the law offices of Peter Miller don't mess around. You are fucked!
the "house meetings" (president: matt; vice-president: preston; secretary: sarah) that i proudly refused to go to
the time we put the orange barrel on top of a refrigerator and leaped from it onto the tire swing
the first time preston kissed me, on the stairs leading up to matty's room
Maybe if you would have attended the goddamn house meetings, we would have been traveling around the country in our own goddamn r.v. for the last year! You fucking infidel!
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