Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Pensive

While throwing stuff away Kim found a bundle of old incense sticks.  I lit one and the second the smell hit my nose an image of Star Wars micro-machines came to mind, and the tile on the windowsill where they were arranged; the hip telephone I had in my room, and the starched sheets on my twin bed.  Next sprang up the Bed posts, the walls, the Jim Carrey posters, and the grey (I choose to spell gray that way) carpet.  An open comic book on the bed, and me sitting there with my bad hairdo that was trying so hard to be good.  My Pensive was overflowing with the memory contained in the silvery smoke.

My teenage years were sometimes hard, but often rewarding.

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