7/28/2002

Carly Anne camping..at Jigger Johnsons, in NH.
Although she thought of me at first as a free spirit.. she later learned i was more entrapped than her..
i was no drifter musician just riding my bike everywhere.
i was a caged christian held down by family and parents.
When she asked if i wanted to smoke up with her and her sister..
i replied that i had to be with my parents...
I had no idea then what i know now..
I left her a note with my email in it, in front of her campsite before i left and before she did..
she was on the corner site of the second left turn (Do not enter) in my favorite campground..
She later told me it was the cutest thing anyone had ever done.. in an email..
then..as months went by we stopped talking altogether..
but i never forgot about her..
The lie..
the fantasy i wished so badly that i lived...
of a teenager, a renegade, a runaway..
living off his talent and nothing else..
i played a good act..
but its all just a single memory now..
that only i will know..

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