the others are in the room too. rare occasion nowadays you know. he sits me on his lap and touches my neck, before launching into an argument with the guy other about some actor or something? hey. you. don't worry about zach braff. remember how you wanted to learn the solo from "Geek USA"? remember how you need to practice your pentatonics? remember how you still can't assign a note to every fret by memory?

i'm not mad, just reminding - fuck scrubs. fuck your other classes, dude. and most of all, fuck that stupid laptop. remember the day you first took me home? i do. and i'm not going anywhere. put your cell phone down and start singing already.

Michael Costagliola

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