February 1996

Tortured in a beautiful way
They sit outside in the parking lot
Passing the blackberry schnapps
Amusing themselves with tales
of great profundity

I have heard the Bohemians honking;
I do not think that they will honk for me.


I found this amusing little snippet in an old journal I kept 10 years ago, when I was 28, a mother of two, and just about to finally graduate from college. At first I thought it an observation of some of my younger, hipper classmates, but then I seem to have some vague memory of drinking blackberry schnapps outside a bar so as to save money...must be a combination of the two.