I’m walking into the back yard as the boy that I know you have a crush on looks me directly in the eyes and asks me, “who the fuck are you?”  I’m almost shocked he doesn’t know so I look around and say, “who the fuck am I?  are you talking to the right person?” he looks around excited and I quickly manuver myself into a conversation with someone who looks a bit off but at least I’m avoiding him.

I cut out of the party fast.  I look up at the stairwell behind me and drop several tacks on the floor.  thinking about that Thai girl I had met there earlier, angry about how my importance was somehow lower than her’s in my friend’s eyes. boy was I pissed about that, at least i had a chance to make fun of her for possibly being a guy though.

“that’s the last time i left that guy drive me home”, i think, stumbling to my front door.  i’m gonna have to talk to him about this.  i fall hard on the asphault and think about the times past.  when she and i were apart or worse, when she and i were together.  i hit another bump.