JE MISS

i wanna go back to the days of regattas and strawberry socials. Sunday afternoon ice cream and multi-vans with flat tires. fancy sports cars racing reliable 4 doors and drinkin diet coke and giggling til our bellies hurt. skipping school to play tennis. sweet 16s. and kisses that actually meant something. long walks that went nowhere and apple jacks down on confed. tie-dyed shirts and hospital gowns with silly get well toys from my mom. magic carpet riding in the silver tiberon. lean mean green fighting machine and temporary dread locks. Tri-bond and double handed fly swattin and running down the street yelling my flip flops! Becoming crack whores and boxes and shopping bags and mice and hockey players. jive lessons at the basilica. and being each others other.