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May 31, 2003
Oh no. He's wearing a fanny pack. A fanny pack. Fanny pack. Fanny. Pack. Fucking fanny pack pack pack. Fanny pack.

Before I notice the fanny pack, he says HELLO (he's happy to see me) and I say HEY (likewise). Then I see the fanny pack. It and he are bending down to sit with me on the museum steps, and I can't concentrate on anything he may be saying. All I can do is bow my head, and through the curtain of my hair, stare at the fanny pack, and wish I hadn't seen it in the first place.