Miss You Post

I got a 30 minute lecture from Cleveland today on the hazards of drinking and then breathing fire.
My friend also left today on the Greyhound to go back home. This has been one of the strangest and consequently best weekends in a long time.
That being said, here is a part of a letter I wrote her:



Dear Dria,
I puked into my cupped hand from the bowels of my lungs the other day. Mucus dripped between clenched fingers onto bedsheets. Respitory toilet bowl. I still blow snot rockets in the shower. Egg yolk drips from my nostrils. Humpty Dumpty can't put shit back together again.
I walk on young crane legs that break like bamboo with each step. I prespire from black holes. Toenail clippings, paper shavings, coffee grounds
Tastes like Hercules has the flu.
Parliment cigarettes taste like corn flower blue crayons to me. I never wanted to be a hipster anyway. Boogers harden and crust on my nose and septum ring.
I miss seeing you. I miss you annoying me. I miss when you liked me. You have boundless energy in your legs. You walk like a Toyota. The wind disrupts my hairstyle. Artificial wind. My lights keep blinking morse code. Are you sending a message?
blink dot dash blink?
Did I get it right?
Here are 10 ways that I miss you, I could list thousands:
1. I miss Monday night Cedar Lee night. Salty popcorn and cheap tears. $5.50.
2. I miss doing stale things. Taking the bus with you. Empty moments, idle chatter, frusturated sighs.
3. I miss fighting over whether Camel Filters or Marlboro Reds are better (it's the latter).
4. I miss listening to you tell your mom to shut the fuck up when she would drive us home drunk in your truck.
5. I miss all your fucked up cats and how you call baby "Jow" or is this how you spell it "Jowe" or "Jowie"?
6. I miss passing angry/happy/sad/love notes through the slats of you locker and in the hallways between classes. I miss being depressed and disemboweled together in high school.
7. I miss biking too far and sweating too much and not showering and wearing the same outfit for a week with you. Biking in the rain means my brakes dont work means nail in my tire means marijuana.
8. I miss laying in bed and listening to GOOD records with you.
9. I miss going to Fen's house and playing Kings Corner and always losing. Only now Fen's going to the Navy. Anchor tattoos 2011.
10. I miss occupying the same city as you. Move your yank ass down south.

This came out all wrong. Notice the love in the ink. My penmanship screams for you. Just look past the words.

Much love and rattails to you,
Kelly