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by Creexul :( 08/07/2005, 5:49pm PDT |
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"Mario, am I depressed?" I asked, on a Sunday night, once again in the throes of vital excesses. I was in my car, as I like to be, with the air conditioning blasting us with equal vigor as the thrumming bass that was rumbling our frames.
"You're depressive, I suppose," said my friend. Our visitor, the happy wanderer of so many of our lives and affections, wonderleafy, lying on her back in the back seat with the two dogs, cackled and drew deep breath.
We cruised, not leaving the parking spot in front of my house. We talked, marveled, worked out our poisons through sweat and stickiness of the night. "I love it when people come off the internet to be my pillow," said my friend, who seemed to be shouldering his share of bruise, as well.
"We need to hang out more," I said.
"Except we hung out yesterday, and today, and the day before yesterday," said he.
"I know." I paused. "It's not enough."
"How long have you two been friends?" asked the Leaf. She'd forsaken her given name, apparently, to be called Leafy, which we gladly obliged.
I couldn't remember.
"Three years? Four years?" We looked at each other. "Forever, I think."
"Yeah, three years," said Mario, for the first time handling administrative business more adeptly than I in the land of the smurfhouse.
"I just know that I met him, and my life stopped sucking," I said. "I hope it stays that way for a long, long time."
Jennifer wasn't around, and refused to be, for the duration of Leafy's stay.
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