At least I normally do not use LimeWire, because that gets to be an addiction. You go on there looking for one song, and you end up downloading a whole album, or a whole collection of an artist’s work. But yeah, I guess the way I do it isn’t much better. Looking for blogs that offer the mp3s I’m looking for.

Also, you know me too well. I read the memoir during study hall yesterday, but it was three minutes to the bell so I had no time for a good comment. Which reminds me that I had loads to say about it.

I hate downloading music. I do it, but I hate it. If I like a song, I always go and buy the CD. Those artists have worked hard to put that CD on the shelves, and the least I can do is shell out an hour and a half of babysitting money for it.

Anyway, I’m glad that you found comfort in the story of Kyle (that was his name–I don’t know if I said) and I and how we grew apart and I didn’t answer when he called back that second time. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. I even wrote a short memoir for one of my classes about a moment that I remember with him. It’s on my blog, you’ve probably read it. It’s the second most recent entry, I believe. Whatever, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.

Last night I was thinking about calling him and telling him that I wrote something about him in class. I decided against it, because he’s married and it just seems weird to call a married man. But I did send him a message on Facebook, just asking how he was doing and everyting. Then, in a short paragraph, I wrote about how I had written this short memoir piece about the time we were at Kidsburg and climbed the play set.

Then I read over it again and realized how creepy I must sound, like I’m still in love with him and am crushing on this guy that has a wife (she hates me, by the way) and it just was crazy. So I deleted that last paragraph,and still sent the rest of it that just wondered how he had been.

I’m afraid that if I talk to him about writing about him, he’ll say something that will make me upset or make me want to stop writing about that time in my life. And it was a great time in my life; probably the best that I’ve had, so I want to keep writing about it. I want to remember it as a good thing. I don’t want those memories to be overshadowed by some guy I haven’t talked to in months telling me how ridiculous I am on the phone.

And the thing is, I know he’d say it. Because he always said what he thought. That’s what was so great about him.