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July 23, 2009

boys and girls

There’s girls and there’s boys, that’s one of the first things I remember. My sister was a girl, boys were my friends. My dad was like a boy, but meaner. He was like the older boys, watch them from a distance. They were funny too. They pretended to be other people and told jokes.

My mom was someone who hugged a lot. Girls didn’t hug me, but mom’s women friends did. I loved hugs. Sometimes I stood on the playground just watching everything. I can’t remember what I was looking for. I remember seeing groups of friends and how they played together and deciding I wanted to join a group but not knowing how.

I moved a guy today, he called me because he saw the phone number on the side of my truck. His name was Max, and his lease was up tomorrow. He lived with his girlfriend in a dark place with a long hallway behind the Kragen auto parts store.

We needed to take apart his weight bench to get it out the front door, and when his girlfriend asked him to help him move something, he stood and watched me turn the wrench instead. Boys like boys. They like watching boys do boy things. They want to help.

If your father had you help him with something in the garage and your mother called you both in, Dad would say quietly to you, “Not till we get this wheel back on.” Two guys working together on a project. The woman calls from another room. Happens all the time.

1 Comment

  1. porn set, crack lab, waterheater. all the same.

    Comment by n.d.p. — July 24, 2009 @ 11:17 pm

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