We Accept The Love We Think We

I Sat Down And Tried To Write A Story. "ian Macarthur Is A Wonderful Sweet Fellow Who Wears Glasses And Peers Out Of Them With Delight." That Was The First Sentence. The Problem Was That I Just Couldn't Think Of The Next One. After Cleaning My Room Three Times, I Decided To Leave Ian Alone For A While Because I Was Starting To Get Mad At Him.

Girls Like Guys To Be A Challenge. It Gives Them Some Mold To Fit In How They Act. Like A Mom. What Would A Mom Do If She Couldn't Fuss Over You And Make You Clean Your Room? And What Would You Do Without Her Fussing And Making You Do It? Everyone Needs A Mom. And A Mom Knowns This. And It Gives Her A Sense Of Purpose. You Get It?

As I Was Walking Up The Stairs To Dad's Old Room, And I Was Looking At The Photographs, I Started Thinking That There Was A Time When These Weren't Memories. That Someone Actually Took The Photograph, And The People In The Photograph Had Just Eaten Lunch Or Something.

The Radio Comes Back Even Louder Than You Remember It.

Sam Screamed The Fun Scream, And There It Was. Downtown Lights On Buildings And Everything That Makes You Wonder. Sam Sat Down And Started Laughing. Patrick Started Laughing. I Started Laughing. And In That Moment, I Swear We Were Infinite.