bits and pieces of brain iii.
”Emotions suck!”
“Become a piano, or a bagel and cream cheese!”
“How would that help?”
“…what about a christmas tree?”
“They’re out of season, you’re no help!”
“Will you ever call me?”
“I-… I don’t know. Probably not. You freak me out.”
“Why is that?”
“I dunno. You just do.”
“Why aren’t you nice to me anymore? We can still be friends, you know.”
“I don’t know, Iris. I just don’t fucking know.”
“Do you know anything?”
“I loved playing music with you.”
“Yeah, it was fun.”
“So, I’ll see you next time.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you next time.”
“Are we gonna hug?”
“Ha, yeah. Sure.”
“Hey, Adam?”
“Yeah dude?”
“I’m glad we did this.”
“Yeah… yeah, I am too. It was good to see you. Take care of yourself.”
“You more. All health.”
“All happiness.”
“Hey, Adam!”
“Iris! Irisiris!”
“Haha, how is Denver?”
“You mean New Orleans? God, keep up!”
“Shut up! You move all over the country, I never know where you are! Americorps kicking your ass?”
“Always. School kicking your ass?”
“Never. All seriousness, though, is it fun? Are you keeping healthy? Diabetes being managed all right?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry. I’m good, I’m always good.”
“Always the martyr.” (You don’t have to lie to me, I know you better than you remember. I just hope you’re right about this.)
“And college? Are you excited?”
“Vaguely. I’m going to community college for a semester or two, and then I’m transferring out to get my teaching certification.”
“Are you kidding? That’s perfect! I’m so happy for you. You’re going to be a great teacher, I’ve always thought that was perfect for you.”
“Really? Me too. I wanted to be a teacher when I was a kid.”
“You did? You never told me that.”
“I didn’t? That’s funny.” (Anyway, you fucked Vicky a million times? Awkward.) “So, I know you’re probably busy-”
“Yeah, sorry-”
“-but I’ll uh. Haha. I’ll talk to you later, alright? Promise.”
“Sure, Irisiris. Great talking to you. Take care of yourself.”
“You more. All happiness.”
“All health.”
(Love you.)
“Get him out of my brain! I know the one year point is in four days, I know that! Just get him out!”
“Well, what else do you except to think about?”
“I don’t fucking know, anything! Anything else that’s not him! He is not the only thing I think about!”
“You can’t lie to me! I am you!”
“Whatever! We’re not friends anymore!”
“Are you seven?”
“Yes! Just, I am done thinking about him! Not worth it in the least! Just get him the hell out.”
“Will do, master?”
“Fuck off.”
“Wish I could, this kid’s a douchebag, why are you even thinking about him?”
“Wish I knew.”
