Once upon a lifetime, I wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories when I was younger — when I was in grade school, I had a series with a little guy named Poppy. He’d go on all sorts of adventures with this friends – and I’d write a little short story at least once a week. If I could remember what Poppy looked like, I’d draw him for you, but from all that I can remember, he was kind of like a two-tiered snowman with antenna.
ANYWAY — one of my 40 before 40 goals is to share a piece of my writing on the internet. This is really scary for me. I am so nervous about putting this out here, but it’s a goal I can cross off easily. So here goes:
I wrote this awhile ago, when Bennett and I first started dating. We used to sit on his apartment patio, on the ground, listening to old 40’s music and smoke. Me more so than him, but he’d always share one with me. So here’s what came from all of that (please keep in mind that this was over six years ago, and please be gentle.)