July 5, 2010
I’m going to miss this ugly dirty beautiful grey green violent peaceful painted sad and striving city so damn much. I don’t think I realized that, fully, until just now. Here’s to my final 24 hours in Philadelphia; the countdown started this morning. I arrived when I was seventeen years old and a freshman in [...]
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May 20, 2010
Today, I said goodbye to a dear friend. We donated our beloved, beat up old Prizm to the Purple Heart Foundation. A tow truck came and took her away early this morning. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry–that is, until the tow truck driver assured me that a lot of people do. Then I let a tear fill up my right eye, a small little tear that I could easily wipe away before it slid down my cheek. Who gets so emotional about a car? And one so ugly, at that?
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