A few days ago, I told a story that I had misplaced somewhere until L brought it up. She asked me about a beginning that I hadn’t thought about in ages. The moment it was brought up, I kind of…fell into the past. And then it flooded back in the most uncontrollable way. And, in true Crystal-fashion, my subconscious decided to obsess about it while my body rested. And it all started with a funny story about a birthday party, too many tequila shots, and a long, guilty walk.

I am currently listening to a mix CD entitled “Crystal hates Modest Mouse and Built to Spill”. It is the part of the “Crystal Hates…” series courtesy of The Idiot. I am thoroughly enjoying it. More and more, Built to Spill is taking over my brain. I have no complaints about this.

To be continued…