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i slammed m.t.p. with some unfair words and he countered with: grandma got run over by a reindeer, ace of hearts, lance cookies, beach sand
so, here goes:
’twas the week before christmas and all through the school….everyone was being really, really pious. the halls were truly hallowed: only pure and godly christmas carols. no adam sandler. no grandma got run over by a reindeer.
it would be 6 months till we graduated and celebrated by flinging puerto rican beach sand from our one-peices. it was cold. it was snowy. it was time for chapel.
lunch was hours away. my smallest school, it had no lunch room. just a cafeteria for eating bagged lunches and a snack machine with lance cookies, rold gold pretzels, slim jims and the like.
shit that was a long time ago. i have no idea where my plaid skirt got buried. (hurray!) a decade later a one night attempt at becoming a partier. one weekend in vegas(ace of hearts and 10 of clubs got me 55 dollars!), one year hitting local clubs.
winter again. no stomach growling in the school chapel on wednesdays. no “let’s hit vegas” after a night a margaritas. (o.k. maybe that never happened)
just me, my cameras, my dogs and a fair amount of restlessness.
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