Those days.(maybe before college). Bus rides, and school trips. Those taco bell burritos they served. I think you liked the yellow ones. You always asked me to open your mustard packet. We shared a locker, and you wore my shirts. Stealing from Savers… I think you where with me. You got painted pretty. I used to think I was a writer, then photographer, then something else. We stalked pretty boys. Chuck T’s and trying to fish Mandy Moore out of some dumpster. Oh and the day I stopped wearing long-sleeved shirts. It sucks how good things end.