3.22.2005

The Book

So far, among the wreckage that is my apartment, I have only found one slice of past that made me feel as though my heart might pop. The last thing Matt ever said to me, written in the book, which Casper enjoyed while I cleared out the abyss that I like to refer to as: Under My Bed. "You're all prostitutes. Except you. Because you won't give me fellacio."

Those of you who know me, know "the book" well. It is the book of comments that I have written down due to their sheer obsurdity. And there you have it. Written down without my even suspecting that it would be the last words I would ever hear Matt say.

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