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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tim's gay
[time] => 2005-02-28 04:44:49
[hometext] => always, abraham^_^
[bodytext] => One day I was walking through the mall wearing my favorite blue sweater my right thumb poking past the tattered thread my left thumb sunk deep into my jean pocket I was walking and drinking a cup of coffee watching the windows the mannequins dancing slumber like a stone. I adjusted the bill of my ball cap I took a sip of coffee I patted down my pockets finding cigarettes and loose change I quickened my pace I pulled open a glass door and stepped outside. I searched my pockets a little more I found my lighter I found what I was looking for I pulled a cigarette from my pack a camel light I lit the cigarette inhaled sighed breathed deeply deeper letting the nicotine surge through my bloodstream finding its proper place inside my brain. As I smoked I found myself looking for the mountains finding only a crowded street overpriced apartments car after car after car. I turned around I looked at my reflection in the glass door my reflection and dirty fingerprints smudged over the glass I began to fall into a deep thought. As I was conjuring some empty dream My friend, Tim, came up. Tim works in a jewelry store. Tim is eighteen. Tim wears black slacks a light blue shirt a pink tie a navy blue suit jacket Tim has no color coordination But I still think he's gay. Tim is a good kid a little hyper a little too outgoing a little oldschool old fashioned shake hands type of guy. He's got a lot to learn. About women about himself about the world about life. He seems so unaware so ignorant to the world falling apart around him. He has esteem issues I don't know why he's a prince charming if I ever met one I see girls staring at him all the time. He says he has no friends at school that he's a loner he shadows me when I'm working and talks my ear off drinks diet cherry coke or diet dr pepper chews gum all day and somehow makes it through each day alive happy. I wonder if he cries at home. I wonder if he ever feels alone. I wonder what its like to live his life. I wonder why he sees me as a friend. I turned around I said, Tim... He said, Are you working today? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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