Last night, I did something weird, but I'm not ready to write about it. For now let me just say it involved $10,000 and a district court judge.

However, here is something I wrote this summer, and while writing it, I felt very cool and insightful, like my friend Colleen from college, who wore funky sweaters, smoked incessantly and wrote in a diary every day. Note the very cool way I used only lowercase letters and minimal punctuation.

summer boys

god i wish i was a writer so that i could capture this time in words, the boys of summer are on my back porch shouting beer pong scores, saying fuck with abandon, never happy enough with the music selection to let the entire song play, no longer sneaking beers but joking with me about the fact that tonight they are drinking pete’s beer and he’s not here to know it, they were on the ball field last night organizing capture the flag for the children they once were, holding on tight to these summer days, knowing that soon they will visit for just a week or so each summer, and i thought there were no girls but just now 4 very pretty girls arrived and my son said “hi girls” in a smug but charming way, it turns out that my son is charming