it didn't really matter how anyone looked, and we all just played simple recess games where no one was left out and everyone had a friend? remember when things were grand and nothing meant anything. when grand wasn't a fake cliche word? i remember. you know, don mcclean wrote American Pie, a song about the death of music. he wrote it in the past tense. well Don, Music is very much alive. (i goddamn miss you, and lately, you're all that's been on my mind. i haven't seen you in years. where are you, my beautiful dear?)