by bruno » Fri Jun 04, 2004 12:49 pm
We met at the Green Mill one Friday night, the only name you told me was Fritsa. We laughed and joked and played words together. You still owe me a train ride downtown to watch the sunrise. I've tried to contact you but to no avail...I suppose we all are a little elusive when we want to be, or need to be. We should go out for Guinesses soon, and sing songs under a swooning moon. You know the moon I mean; the one that drives everything mad with glee to see so much of the world in a pale light shimmering with the absolute zero reminder of having travelled through space. Here's a toast to new found freedom.
