Yeah a run on sentence is a good way to title this post.

I'm supposed to be writing, just not here. Two pages of psychology are begging for my attention. Nothing serious just a quick summary of an article.

The complication: Cameron's Auburn Ale.

Tonight was a strange night--a reunion with old friends, and older me. Well, a younger me. Funny how history runs in both directions at once like that.

I miss my old friends, but not the old me. Tonight I went back to a place where I didn't know myself. And that's not a fun place. Outside of that, though, were these people. Faces that bring to heart so many memories of times beyond what I can imagine remembering. Happiness I can't imagine ever belonged to me.

But it did.

Riding home on the streetcar was strange. Heading southbound on Bathurst is a complete reversal of where I had been for years. This summer changed everything. A new direction, a new house, a new track. And blue skies in front of instead of behind me for once.

There are things in this life that I just can't explain, and my life is one of them. Sure, of course, I mean that in a stoner kind of "what's it mean to think" kind of way, but at the same time, in an intimate personal sense I really couldn't explain how I've gotten where I have. It's hard to even communicate exactly what has happened.

There are things nobody knows, there are things even I don't know. And I guess my job is to make a list of those things, and turn the nobody into somebody.

Yet through these nostalgic reminiscince breaks a bright ray of golden light. And she is brilliant and beautiful, as she is.

Okay, as brilliant and beautiful as she is, she will also shake her head and tut-tut if I don't write this paper. And that's as good as a 2x4 across the cheek, so I'd better get to it.

Hey Cutie! I'm summarizing for you! Don't disappear, I'm about ready for something steady!

-Trevor

P.S. (this is just for chriss--sorry everyone else) *smooch*

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