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This recent bout of morbid nostalgia has to come from this being the holiay season. This is the time of year I'd be with all of them. Helping him shop for the bitch's Christmas present, before a quick tryst. All of us going to the various parental Christmas parties. All dressed up and feeling attractive. Drinking. Talking. Smoking. Sharing all of our strange thoughts and ideas. Yeah. Fucking, too. Making out in freezing cold parked cars. Mostly that meant nothing. Playing nickel poker or cosmic wimpout while hypothosising about governemnt conspriacies. Cruising down Heinze Drive, smoking a big fatty and videotaping the icey roads. Domino Farms' Christmas lights. The Thiry's family gathering. The Korczinki's (sp?) annual blowout. Remembering them as such fun. Forgetting the turmoil and pain. We were so young and the world seemed so grave. It was kind of romantic, in a cheap and desperate kind of way. I should be happy just to be where I am.
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