they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, June 22, 2009


the worst birthday dinner of my life was at o'douds. i think i was turning 23. my parents, on the heels of their divorce, both came. and we crammed into this dark corner and pretended to be happy. but we weren't. my mom wouldn't look anywhere other than the wall. we all probably drank more than we should have. i was having issues at home, too. and anyway, it was hard. really, really hard.

last night, we sat in the same corner. and i couldn't even eat. i ordered a small salad and just kind of picked at it. and then i got mad a B for something he didn't even do. and i probably wasn't great company. and it was father's day. so i should have been better, happier, funnier and hungrier.

but i wasn't.

i don't think i ever want to go back there. it's too full of ghosts.


  • At 11:17 AM, Blogger Faith said…

    Yeah, you shouldn't eat there anyway. ::shudders at thought of O'Dowd's kitchen being used for anything other than washing pint glasses::


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