please excuse.

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy; nobody cares

Listening to Sea Change in full for the first time in a few years. Thinking of 8210, thinking of old friends. Missing Mandeville Street & backyard haircuts. Going swimming in gay pools. Baking quiches at insane hours of the night & sleeping late in a room with no windows. Waking up, putting on a record and opening all the shutters & windows. Sasquatch and Butters sleeping on my chest. Finding August dead & burying him not deep enough in the flowerbed near the front steps. Clawfoot tubs. Looking at the most beautiful steeple from my backdoor steps. Riding my bike with a basket full of groceries, dresses found on Decatur Street and Astral Weeks. Pitching tents in the living, pitching tents in my pants. Standing on my bike pedals and leaning over for kisses. Kisses in general. My bike in general. Riding to the levee. The levee was there. Mosquito bites on ankles, scratching til you bleed. The best Mondays ever. Weird alcoholic drinks made with Sunny D. Miss Dee's tuna sandwiches. 200 people in our living room all smiles for miles. Finding cool couches and carrying them for three blocks. Getting stoned, eating donuts and getting lost at Gator's. Sweating in the winter. The funny little organ that I'd marked with masking tape to learn to play. Hiroshima Mon Amour.