also, when I was twelve the girls at school told me that when they told the girl I liked that I liked her she cried on the bus. not sure I’m over that yet.
I was reminded of the ice cream truck in my old digs by the ice cream truck in my new one that plays a digital “Turkey in the Straw," and I was reminded of the girl crying on the bus story by my difficulties in approaching women as if my existence isn’t a stain on theirs.
even though I knew they didn’t like me, it took me over twenty years to figure out that the girls at school were probably making that up to fuck with me.
that said, it took me several years to figure out that the childhood “if your hand is bigger than your face, you have cancer" thing was also fuckery. I was a frighteningly naive kid.
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