the encouragable youth...

there are certain memories i have that are my only anchor to this world...if i lose these--i've lost everything...

Part One:
-electrocution...feeding a white horse an apple...
-the bridge over the river in Prague..angela in the foreground ranting maniacally in my t-shirt with glow-in-the-dark fish on it...
-Fung Wa bus to new york...on a sandwich board in downtown Boston with a tiny asian man leaning against it smoking it said, 'fung wa'...giant black women with curled red nails offers us some donuts...she later rode each subway with us until we got to the correct but stop...i never took that donut...
-plastic covering the windows...frost covering the plastic...
-44 Baker street, cocaine and a fashion show...the only Heineken i've ever had...
-Tipping the Velvet party with gender bending yuppies...i glued my own hair to my face...
-coffee and introduction to falafel at Morning Dew Cafe...always such beautiful conversations with angela...
-riding the J just to people watch...
-my mother's rage at the long perfected 'stone face'...her stinging hand print on my face...the smell of her breath...the wall at my back...
-the first bike...yellow and black...with solid rubber square tires...
-fingering her under the blanket while we watched movies with her parents...
-electrocution...chased by BB the cow...
-basketball on the concrete slab i swept clean of cow shit while listening to Alanis Morrisette..
-the empty field...the drunk world spinning...the pain...
-the christmas party i put my fist through a wall...
-1098 roof top..smoking pot and talking philosophy...
-kissing tym while he slept at midnight on new years eve...
-the dark blue bikini underpants jared wore when he 'seduced' me...the taste of vomit in my mouth...
-watching the sun come up over the field behind Darcey's house...
-secretly loving tracy...
-the backseat...how little his dick was...
-the smell of Vienna coming thru the little cracked window...
-the first time i did a crossword with Angela...FLying M patio...so many cigarettes...so much coffee...so much shaking...
-ecstacy at the Balcony...throwing up in the bathroom with a huge smile on my face...
-the hospital waiting room...never finishing the puzzle...the look on Kyle's face...the way Stan's hand felt...
-rolling backwards down Willis Ln in the stalled piss yellow Volkwagen...
-breaking the new snowglobe my grandma bought me...
-Hansen's soda...

to be cont.