Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy

Dear Shoe-Throwing Copycat Guy: You totally did it wrong. You wasted time yelling, giving The Man a chance to take you down. You gotta just fucking do what you gotta do and save the yelling for after it's done. Throw your damn shoe and THEN yell. Better yet, since you would have gotten taken down mid-rant, it probably would have been best to throw your shoe while yelling "THIS IS SPARTA!" But you didn't do that. You waffled and got your ass kicked before you could hurtle your footware in the intended direction. You fail.

My dear Celina,
It's been seven months since you left us. I still haven't forgotten about that day. I remember standing outside in Whippany, closing my cell phone and feeling the hollowness knock against my ribs.It was cold that day but that wasn't why the numbness began spreading through my body. From the inside out. I get a chill every time I remember that moment.
That's not what I want to remember, so I try not to. I have that picture of you and Jess at the lake taped next to my computer. When I see it, every single time I remember those summers when we wold all hang out at the hose and yo would come over with Jess. I remember the time you forgot your phone and let yourself in the window when Cass and I were asleep. And we didn't even notice until you were leaving. I remember refusing to let you drink with us. I remember when you finally shook me down and I gave in. I remember listening to your Rilo Kiley CD in Jess's car. And I miss ya, little sis. We all do. We all will. From now until the end.
Rest in Paradise, Celi Marie.

Vote democratic. If we get these fucking right wingers out of foffice I'll shave my whole fucking body.

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Congrats Cass&ra

My dear Butterfly.................................. she did it again.

Remembering

I know the Glasgow livin' isn't easy when I miss the Pocopocos & the Five......"Pimp Juice" PJ, Lehigh Jess, Bunhead Cassandra & her magical attic, Mike McCarthy of The Exploding Fanta fame & Stoner Zack (though stoner is just about a given). And also Celina too, 'cause she's always going to be the Five's little sister.

Back then it sucked. NEPA, boring, everybody wanted to GTFO for one reason or another. But after all the shit that's gone down in crazyfuckingcanyoubeliveit FOUR YEARS since then........well, it looks almost utopian from here.

Art

There are some of us who develop a deep and loving bond with their material through a long in depth process. Then there's those of us who do it all on a three-day coke bender.

It was one of those days that was profound in the most disturbing way. it was raining, the air was biting cold, and we were at the funeral of an eighteen year old girl. my friend zack and i were outside in our best suits, standing on either side of our friend jess, whose little sister committed suicide four days ago. we didn't know what to say, so we put our arms around her and said nothing. everyone cried. jessica's parents cried, jessica cried, a few girls from the dance studio cried. a couple of other people from east stroudsburg were there, but celi didn't keep in touch with very many people after she left school. they, too, cried. zack and i put our hands in our pockets and looked at our shoes. the funeral itself was surreal. it felt like watching a movie. we couldn't get our brains around the idea that this could actually be taking place.

and then it's over, and the scene changes, and we're at jess's mom's house, but the three of us duck outside to smoke a million cigarettes because we don't want to deal. after most of the relatives left we passed a bowl around. after it got dark we went for a walk and discuss what a fucked up day it was, we buried a blonde haired blue eyed teenager who wanted to be a ballerina for fuck's sake. we're all stoned out of our fucking minds by now, walking around east burg in the mud in our black clothes and dress shoes, talking about this kid who was partly our baby sister and partly running with our group of wild pocono misfits. and even though we all knew she was gone, really, seriously gone....we still felt connected to her.

we slept on the floor of celina's room again. jess couldn't sleep anywhere else.

Rest in Peace, Celina Marie Tettemer. You will be missed in so many ways.
September 3rd, 1989 ~ March 27th, 2008

"Oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing."

I am greater than any challenge placed before me. Too bad you aren't.

Regardless of what other people say, my tendency to overreact and lose all perspective makes me a pretty interesting person.