The Taste of Ink is Getting Old

Some things are ment only for the people who were there, just for us. That’s fine, I’m really alright with that.

One of the cooks and I closed the restaurant alone last night, and I was putting the chairs up by the window and this girl walked by who looked so much like Vic that I stopped in my tracks for a second. Victoria and I worked at the movie theater in Petaluma togther, and only really sterted to get to know eachother towards the end there, a few months before I moved. She was neat. And I got to thinkin about all of them. Most of the people who I worked with at the theater, we all moved on and are doing our own thing. And there are always two things that we’ll always have in commin, the theater and Owen. When I’m in New York and Steph is workin with kids and Claire is off doing her thing andLiz in Arizona and all of us are in all these different places, there will always be that time in our lives that we had togther to look at in retrospect.  But I guess thats how it works with everyone you meet. There will always be that one party, show, phase of your life, that you all had togther.

I dunno. I’m taking really intense summer classes and working and I haven’t gotten to sleep much lately. I’m not sure how well I’m comming across anymore.