The Beginning.

I wrote this story before I could write it down. I wrote it in my head in my heart in my memory. I wrote this on park benches on gum wrappers on the soles of my shoes. I wrote this on the subway on metros on strolls on Wednesday afternoons. I wrote this story in the grass, surrounded by barefooted hippies. I wrote this story in my favorite jeans in the mall. I wrote this story.

            I told myself to remember to take mental notes and tie ribbons around my toes. I told myself to never forget my story since so much of it has already been lost.

            I wrote this story years ago in braces. I wrote this story on pot mescaline opium morphine shrooms and ecstasy. I wrote this in the bathroom in the hospital in the woods. I wrote this story for me. I wrote it to prove that I was here that my life happened and that I am real. I wrote this story for you. For you to read and remember me. To remember that you once read something that made you feel because you knew I couldn't. I wrote this story for us. For you and me and to take together on road trips with your family. I wrote this to be read at campfires, funerals, and graduations. I wrote this to get close to you. To sit in your house, on your bookshelf, in your bag and get passed along to your friends. I wrote this story to be read.

            I wrote this.