there has been a sudden insurgence of girls wanting to be my friend, lately. i find it odd. maybe because the difference in number of people who want to be friends with Adult Lou is so astoundingly bigger than the number of people who wanted to be friends with Teenage Lou.
In high school i felt that no one wanted to be my friend because i had a pizza pie for a face. i hated my face so much, that, when at home, i would wear a bandanna over it like a bandit from the butch cassidy days. i would fantasize about scraping it with a straight blade.
life is relentless.
1 comment:
I've always love you, Lou.
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