Monday, April 29, 2013
And then it was twelve
still the best representation of my childhood :: manchester, ct :: 1978
I still vividly remember April 30th, 2001 like it was yesterday.
In many ways, it was.
But, it’s not.
It’s been twelve years… twelve long, painful, lonely years…
It doesn’t get easier, even though I know it should.
Time heals all wounds and shit like that.
