Dead paper and black ink inspired many hours of passionate conversation. That was almost three years ago. For six months we shared the best of times. We were the best of friends. Jude moved back home at the beginning of the semester after we had first met in poetry class.
Life goes forward day by day.
One day you think you know something and the next you realize you know nothing. Mine are open now. Nice people do live in Ypsilanti, which is nice. But, I've had it with nice and everything it covers up for the sake of niceness. I'm ready for real- real people, real love and real unity.