dress up for outings, regret not
taking my mandolin to school ever
“there’s always next year, i guess but
no one will know me then like they
know me right now, will they?”

this is the beginning of it all and
the only thing i’ve done is got a
magazine in the mail and thrown it
right into recycling…

what sort of start is this?
maybe i should call him already.

and so summer begins...

C