oct 19 06

we were at a party at angelo s's. he gave lachie some acid and then lachie did coke. his skin turned grey and bags formed under his eyes and it made him look really old all of a sudden, and everyone was really concerned about him.

i got home from tour and my boss immediately called me in to work. when i got there there were three workers in red shirts putting price tags on everything, and there was a big black cash register. they were pinning things up on clotheslines, and cooking food. i couldn't believe how different the store was when i got back, i'd only been gone for a few weeks. i didn't know why my boss bought a new cash register.

sept 11

i was in a city that felt like st john's but seemed much bigger - though i think it was sydney, or at least halifax. i was with some people, getting ready for a night on the town.

i knew of a party that i was really looking forward to attending. it was melissa's going away party. this was going to be the last time i'd ever see her.
on the way to the party, i met up with her on the road. she had a bag of cheap jewelery and we laughed about it for a while, as we walked down taylor street.
she said she had something to show me before she left. her tone was flat, it was like she was using up the very last of her anger and disappointment and resentment, on the way to forgiveness. it was a tired sort of anger. i started to realize where we were headed - first brook, this place me and melissa used to hang out when we were younger. it made me feel remorseful and nostalgic. so nostalgic it was almost tangible.

i was looking through a book like a program, i found it in the bag with the cheap jewelery. it was filled with pictures, and as i turned the pages, the pictures became recognizable. i started to cry, and just then i looked up and we were there. i saw those same pictures in black and white - pictures of me and melissa in all of the memorable moments we've shared together - huge, billboard sized photos, ranged along the valley and lit with floodlights.