Josh and I saw each other every moment we could find. Crucially he had a car – a dark emerald green AMC Hornet, which had “FUCK AUTHORITY” spray-painted on one side and an anarchy symbol on the other. Inside there were usually a few cassette tapes strewn about the center front seat and on the floor. He always had a cassette playing something incredibly loud, and he screamed, not sang, along. He wore wifebeater tank tops year-round—something I found unsatiatingly attractive because I loved looking at his arms. He has the arms of a laborer and the hands of someone who knows how to get them dirty. I remember getting in the car and feeling this overwhelming sense of fortune and luck. I was dating my dream guy. Things like that—perfect things—didn’t happen to me.
How sad. It’s so hard to believe a mother would just leave her daughter like she was nothing but luggage. How did you survive it and come out so wonderful!!!
To be fair, it is a cool looking watch.
How sad. It’s so hard to believe a mother would just leave her daughter like she was nothing but luggage. How did you survive it and come out so wonderful!!!