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all i can see now is this mirror. in this mirror i, of course, am sitting outside the window of jake's prius as he whirls around the vermont woods on a dirty, dirty road. autumn fog lifts by milieu replaces the silence and there is a smile on my face. slow motion, indeed, but not motionless. I've just had a wonderful night, a wonderful night filled with beers and friends and backwoods and cheesy dogs and all of the joys that a single tongue can pronounce as succulent. that smile wasn't born from genetic manipulation or wedlock but a very genuine, sincere excitement for life's lovely little wonders. not to mention the sex, my lord that girl is a damsel and a devil in one and i wouldn't have it any other way. but that isn't why i'm smiling. i'm not the only one hanging out of that car, letting the wind glide between each hair like bullets and neo and the matrix and all that malarkey. my friends mirror me as well, and they love this. they love this weather, they love the no cares and they love gliding down this road because there ain't a god damned cop in sight. there's no care in the world and fuck man, heh, im sitting here laughing out loud to myself from that raw "HELL YEAH!" that resounded from all of us. that was one of many days my flesh was yanked from my bones and i knew i was alive.
it all started, shit, when did it all start? i mean most would say conception but i cant speak on behalf of my counterpart. by that i mean elliot, and without him i wouldn't be where i am today. i remember vividly meeting him in video journalism club. there was a fake plush, stuffed snake tied around his neck. he had round harry potter sunglasses and for some reason his pores emitted a smell like something pretentious. intimidation, perhaps. i think so. i got the air of intimidation emitting from him and vinny barone snickering together. like most instances in my life when i realize i don't have what i want, jealousy consumed me. that jealousy is there to bite me more now than memories themselves.
to be continued...
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