There was this one time, a long time ago, when I thought I was in love.
His name was Brad. It was spring, just like it is now-- everything thawing from a long winter. We were young, I was younger. I thought he was a dreamboat because he had a car and could buy the beer. (He had a fake ID of a middle aged Latino man named Paco Rodriguez, 5'11 from Arizona. An organ donor. I don't know how he got away with it because Brad was 17, 5'6, with blonde hair and blue eyes.)
Anyway, "love," I thought. Crazy, passionate, don't-ever-leave-me love.
Turned out I was just feverish from drinking too much beer in the glaring sun and also had really bad indigestion that week. Those funny butterflies I kept getting in my tummy were just gas. |
