Quit Messing Around

San Jose Foundry on Flickr.

San Jose Foundry #feetplaces

Kicking leaves on Flickr.

Kicking leaves in San Jose, CA #feetplaces

the basement shows we used to do. for a few friends. where are these guys now? I don’t know. I don’t think of them often, but when I do. Oddity.

Why did we even come to Montana?” I finally got out on our second day at Dusk ..

…

We came ..” he stuttered.

“We came to talk.

My feet at the elementary school I attended. Resting from my long bikeride.

My feet watering the plants.

I was a lifeguard at a beach one summer, years ago. I was best friends with both of them at the time. We liked to dance in the quiet streets at 1 a.m. we always came back late from the beach. Bon fires and tailgaiting out of the back of station wagons, Elements and Westfalias. bonfires at night to keep warm while we sucked back the hot water in our thermos. Chilled from being in my bathing suit and white rash guard all day.

They were better than boyfriends.

My feet at the soccer game .

He always seemed a little less depressed when he came in from the barns. “At least I’m still breathing,” He would tell me, every night, as he thunked up the stairs to bed.

I asked him how we would live. He told me, “I’ll busk for you baby.”