Parish

Bread, sugar, cinnamon, toast.
OJ

I just wanna stay in today. Fuck work!

That was Stephen and I’s fucking album. He loved them. They were wicked live… I remember we skipped school that day to be first in line for front row. Coheed was like Incubus was to me to you.
You and your motorcycle helmet every morning before Journalism. Haha. Making fun of people that walk by-sitting against the walls.
That was our thing dude. We used to sit against the walls between classes and watch Family Guy on your iPod. People would stop by and sit with us. Haha. I don’t need to avoid remembering anymore. I can drive by your old apartment without freaking out.

I’m going to listen to this album for a while.

My blood is especially warm tonight.
I’m anxious for Halloween. I want a skeleton suit. I’m going fucking Trick or Treating motherfuckers. And if you tell me i’m too old, I’ll suck your blood. But not more than a pint, cause then I’d get sick.
;-)