To My Peoples

Sean - My most recent friend and confidant. It seems like we've been friends for a long time. Thank you for all the time together, you listening to me complain and seeming to understand. We get along too well? Don't worry, I won't leave you. How could I? You're my greatest internet find, hahaha! Liz - My chicky-poo. I love you girl, and I think everyone knows it, lmao. Aren't we a riot in public, way to mess with the heads of unsuspecting victims, and the guys love it. Drew only has you because I let him ;) Middletown apartment crew(TiO, Troy, Tansey, Guido, you, him, I suck at names, ok?) - You're my boys and you're all nuts, but I still love Bacardi Raz shots and watching foil ball games in the kitchen. And that video game system you're all addicted to. Okey and Mex - thanks for letting me keep crashing on your couches, you rock. Jackie and Jordyn - You're friggin nuts!  "mah cah". I need to visit my little porceline child head, he belongs on my pinky. Thomas and Fradburd [and Heather] - fun fun Mmonnnndaaay movie nights and minigolf games. Heather and Danny - Hope Germany is as good to you as we were. I miss you so much already! And the wee one on the way. Oy! I'll try to come see you. All my Newest people - Either having met you at church, college, standing in a line at a store, or at the bar..you've made my life that much more interesting. Thanks! People from the O3C(Tony, Boots, Elena, Joe, Jen, Bill,  Mellow) - You know I miss you guys!  The diner *sniff* and the couches *sniff*, those of you from the original Community Couch group! *sobs*  Ah yes, the happiness of days gone by.... To all those who've turn their backs on me, left me alone to sink in overwhelming misery. It's like being caught in the waves with no one to pull you up no matter how loud you cry out. It drowns out the voice and fills you inside until you feel you can no longer breathe and the voice dies out.

I loved Al Lipschitz more than I could possibly say. He was real artistic guy, sensitive, a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself. And along the way he found Ruth, Gladice, Rosemary, and Irving. I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive. I saw him DEAD. He had it comin. He had it comin. He took a flower in it's prime. And then he used it, and he abused it. How could you tell me that I was wrong.                                                                                                                                                              "Cell Block Tango" from Chicago

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