What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

Maybe all the strings inside him broke.

Do you guys remember that one time, in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, that we somehow didn't die?

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

Remember that time in the minivan, twenty minutes ago, when we didn't die?

The thing is that I do believe in college, and jobs, and maybe even babies one day. I believe in the future. Maybe it's a character flaw, but for me it is a congenital one.