This brings back memories. I was the girl who could skate like a bandit. But one the boys never wanted to skate with... Fuck 'em. I have a better record collection.
Whoa. Your stuff slays me every Friday but this one reverberated through every cell. I would have to be a writer as insanely ridiculously evocative and electric as you in order to express my appreciation properly so I'll just say holy fuck and thank you.
Shades of “In God We Trust… All Others Pay Cash” as shot through a suburb of Philly in 1984. Sweet. Aching. Cinematic. I could see it all through your eyes. I could see that kid in his parachute outfit, feel his ache; remember those adolescent/pubescent fantasy scenarios spun out by my own 12/13/14 year old self. Well done, my friend. Yet again.
You are Bizarre & Beautiful! An apt description if there ever was!
Thanks, Jeffrey. :)
This brings back memories. I was the girl who could skate like a bandit. But one the boys never wanted to skate with... Fuck 'em. I have a better record collection.
It’s utterly amazing how you capture life in words. Ditto for me, Kristen’s comment.
Thanks a lot, Sharon.
Whoa. Your stuff slays me every Friday but this one reverberated through every cell. I would have to be a writer as insanely ridiculously evocative and electric as you in order to express my appreciation properly so I'll just say holy fuck and thank you.
Thank you so much, Kristin. I really appreciate that.
Shades of “In God We Trust… All Others Pay Cash” as shot through a suburb of Philly in 1984. Sweet. Aching. Cinematic. I could see it all through your eyes. I could see that kid in his parachute outfit, feel his ache; remember those adolescent/pubescent fantasy scenarios spun out by my own 12/13/14 year old self. Well done, my friend. Yet again.
Thanks a lot, Tom.