most needed, most cheated, most weeded.
I met Jamie. Sometimes I still can't believe it: I met the guy I saw. After all that time. Actually it isn't so much time to meet a stranger you saw on the street, if you think about it.
He was just someone walking in front of me, early in the morning, a year and 10 months ago.
Now I go to his site everyday, to find out what he's up to.
With his jeep and his fly ass loft.
And his cameras and typewriters.
Paint and patience.
i hope you don't think i'm some kind of asshole, jamie.
i hope i was a little bit like you thought i'd be.
p.s. don't tell anyone my real name.
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