summer of 87. that was a time. someone left a note on the door. a girl. i was out and just missed her. she was here on uniform and all. what a bummer. i should have been here, not been sick, not throwing up somehere. who knows what she wanted but still she left a damm big note, she only had a few hours leave from the OCS.
i like my self in the miror today. appart from the fact my face looks like it had been hit by a car then dragged on a feild of broken glass its pretty cool.
but i have not taken a picture of it yet.
michele sais he will be in america next week. i miss him. i miss america. and boston. i miss places in america i havent ever been too.
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