oh, i remember. wanted to say that I met an ole high-school mate, Alexandra B., such a sweet girl. i sorta bursted out on her bout my fear of growin-up, well…thru detours of words but…she got the point and was totally playin my tune. somehow i felt reassured, she said as much also. i think we were both kinda tearing at one point, i mean it was windy but…i dunno…they tell ya that u need to wake up and do this and stop that but, that’s not good enough, we’ve always played with matches, pouted, ran away, climbed on cloud nine again with that choco bar in our hands and woke up earlier on saturday to watch tom & jerry. why dont we get payed just for livin’ out our lives?

[im afraid only of the important things.]