jennifer silentbob whitmire ohio webcam drama nightmare before christmas one of the first people on blather i ever talked to and an all around inspiring person 010125 ... cr0wl i'm a brown man weathered by a sun both happy and angry at the same time i drink my water i don't swim in it i get swimmer's ear easily ever since my auditory canal began to grow bone from excessive surfing you got to know where i am your hands are healing stars your scars are marbles colliding and scattering like planets 100812 ... raze jennifer was jessica's older sister. the same jessica i had a huge crush on in grade two and then again in grade six, dreaming of her as a robotic woman with a pink face shield and even then thinking, "what_the_fuck, brain. what's that supposed to mean?" the same jessica who was with me at the end of recess a few days before graduation, when i started screaming and kicking the chain link fence because i couldn't do it anymore, i couldn't, i just couldn't, and she said, "johnny," and looked at me with huge brown eyes full of love and pain and everything, everything, and she grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go until we were back in class and she had to. if we didn't sit so far away from each other, i think she would have held my hand until i couldn't feel my fingers anymore. at a graduation ceremony that was more like a wedding reception, i asked agnes to dance. she promised to make it up to me after she didn't show up at our last school dance before the end of the year and the end of all of this. i asked her to dance and she said she was tired. she didn't dance with anyone. she was gone five minutes later. i didn't know her dad slapped her across the face and called her a whore before she left the house. i didn't know everything was too loud and too bright and too_much. i didn't know she needed someone to hold her hand until it fell asleep. she hid her pain where i couldn't see it. all i saw was something that looked like a brush-off. but jennifer danced with me. she had red hair and a smile that made everything all right for three and a half minutes. we danced to reggae with a heavy eurodance beat, so i guess you couldn't call it reggae anymore. i can almost remember the music, can almost see the sweat coming off the bells of the horns, because even brass has to feel something, doesn't it? 210926 what's it to you? who go blather from