listen to her, just listen http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hW8BmkxuVU
If we were to live in Boston, that’s how I’d dress.
That’s the only honest way to dress in Boston.
I’m not in Boston yet, but Boston is all over me, pushing my back against the wall, breathing in both my ears at the same time, reminding me of all those summers spent between these four orange walls, taking my time, watching Amanda furiously spreading her unshaved legs or kicking them instead.
I have always written about her.
You wear your terror on your sleeve, she said.
pictures by dad