19

heading out for an early birthday dinner
with my dad and my brother,
who is so strung out on coke that he cannot speak.
my brother, that is.

neato.

also, the boy who dated me for a week
(until i told him i wanted to wait a year for sex)
is texting me about his weekend.

handy tip: i don't care.

life is good.



ps: description of my brother at this moment:
"a slow-motion child with downs.
he moves in slow motion and looks as if we're speaking another language to him. his depth perception is way off, eyes either half-lidded or wide open. takes him about a minute or so to respond to simple questions - slurs his words and doesn't make sense.
he keeps insisting he really wants to come to dinner with us.
he looks like he'll cry if we say no."

his bones are everywhere.
my bones are gone.