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2004-01-12 || 10:20 p.m. || lost: one naked lady connect the dots || i forgot to tell you about friday night, how kell and i were seated in the train station on a hot tip that michael's train would be making a brief stop on its slow slow way to portland (picture it, san diego, 2004: out going flights to portland are cancelled. for four days. he decides to take the train instead, imagining cold steel forging through the ethereal white, finding faith again in the earthbound modes of transportation). i had box of warm cookies in hand, trying to make out the schedule, when we hear a rumor the train is delayed one and a half hours. we decide to stick it out, for we are faithful and true friends with a penchant for train/bus station people and had just enough whisky in us to make it sound worthwhile, and hunch over scraps of paper to make an activity book. there was a cryptoquote (answers: 1. "i like big butts and i cannot lie" - sir mixalot. 2. "i only like it if it's cute and cuddly" - jenny.) and a word search of dirty words with a hidden secret word to emerge ones all the letters had been taken (secret word: "chokecherries." ask michael.) and a connect the dots of a naked lady (the boobs drawn in) and a drawing of meat hanging from string in a window, because nothing says mb like rotting meat hanging from string in a window. brilliance. i was wrapping up the joke page when his train rolled up. we ran outside in the rain to find him running toward us. he was drunk. he was stoned. he had made friends with some punk kids and was traveling properly. we stood on the platform to exchange gifts (he tucked the box/activity book in his jacket. there was a plastic cup of something sinister in his coat pocket.) and kisses and as he was paranoid the train would leave without him, the hand-bland train station all star reunion lasted approximately three minutes, twenty four seconds. he jumped on the train and we watched through the windows as he got on the top part and proceeded to wander his way to the very back of the train, losing the activity book in the process (the naked lady! chokecherries!). he stood there, waving from the back window, and we waved and waved until we couldn't see him anymore. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |