it's snowing down south.

2002-11-18 || 9:49 p.m.

|| the cat's eye marble with a wee blue scooter in it. ||

today i had the brilliant idea that i would buy michael's scooter. and i asked. 'michael? promise you won't ever sell the scooter. or. keep it in the family and sell it to me.' and i thought about it. and decided it would only work as a package deal, scooter + invaluable Vespa manual of Secrets and Rituals + a michael. michael to tinker. michael to steer. michael to sing diva songs with while flying up and down san francisco hills.

i miss it terribly. i am heart-achingly sentimental. age twenty-one. it is like a rock that has been polished, year after year, rubbing after absentminded rubbing, until it is beautifully smooth and clear and perfect. colbalt and quartz, or the most perfect cat's eye marble.

embee, come on. we will make you an enchanted tinkerer's shed and you could wear your jumpsuit twenty-four seven with wreckless greasy abandon.

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