Father Christmas

Watching Pink Couches and thinking about sitting in front of Ryan’s computer at his house on some weird circular foot rest, and laying on the floor. I remember seeing Defiance and Sebrand dangled from the train tracks over the sidewalk and everyone thought he was an asshole. I remember climbing on top of buildings and counting the days I’ve gone without showering.

I miss mowing grass. I miss being dirty and smelling bad. I miss being punk. I miss riding bikes. I miss louisville.