things we put in mason jars left to rest on our bedside tables,
and
never judge a guy by the state of his eyeliner, he's just getting himself together still,
daydreams about squirrels and prospective film productions,
headsplitting laughter with devil dicked eyes,
we're just devil dicked guys,
my Grandma and I.
when i was about 20 my friend Templeton and I got reeeeeally ****** in my Nissan Altima and he asked if I wanted a snack
back then, our nicknames for eachother were things like, "my sweet *******," dinkleberry," and other such cute pet names.
but that night, Templeton changed all that. He brought out a plate of chewy microwaved cookies and a water bottle filled to the rim with cold milk.
"Grandmaaaaaa's Coooookies," I exclaimed. And the name stuck.
(This may only remain on HP for so long for personal publishing reasons. If i delete it please don't mention that it was every published here prior to that. Capiche?)