me_and_you_and_everyone_we_know crOwl you are the one who stops to see if a praying mantis is alive or smashed by a car. it's dead and for the appropriate moment you're sad, long enough to define yourself as one who can timelessly observe. i like that. seconds later, as we pass the supermarket parking lot, a worker absentmindedly lets a bread cart break loose on its own and we watch it roll quickly down a steep hill into the busy street. you are the one who runs and stops it before it hits a car. we clap. and then we're sitting in the blumengarten at monet_on_bartlett and you roll your own cigarette. i tell you how my wife fell asleep after drinking a bottle of pinot noir at the food and wine festival at seven springs. you laugh and you tell me how the moon looks over your house, how the snow falls fast, hard, and silent. crizzy thinks your gay. i think you're happy. you look indian. tribal. black pony tail and apache features. whiter than teeth spots on your easy smile. i ask if you've seen zach braff's garden state or heard iron and wine's postal service cover of "such great heights" on the movie soundtrack that braff hand selected. you ask if he's that guy from scrubs. behind me in line at 61c, our shoppe for coffee, two girls in from running sweatily eavesdrop, discussing elements of our conversation as if i can't hear them. that makes me smile, somehow. to be socially accepted is an invigorating sense of discovered identity. the happiness that comes when you know who you are amongst your equals. 040825 ... geschenke if you really love me let's make a vow. ok? ok. i'm going to live each day as if it were my last. fantastically... couragiously... with grace... because it's life and it's really happening. right now. 060212 what's it to you? who go blather from