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The smell of weed and tresseme watermelon conditioner r asuprisingly good mix

It's a smell that wafted through the greyhound as soon as ustepped aboard

U, the man almost to tall to stand fully up once inside, scannedthe bus, evaluated the 3 other living souls left on it at 9pm on aTuesday night, and plopped next to me

U had sat uncomfortably close and I tried to tell u "too fuckingclose" with a piercing stare but u just returned it in the mostuncomfortable eye contact I had ever experienced

After a minute of excruciating awkward, ur hand shot out, ur armconfigured in a way that couldn't be comfortable

For just a moment i was terrified

I realized I wasn't getting mugged on public transit for the 3rdtime this year when in a frantic mix of bubbly and deep ur voicebegan to spill out of ur mouth

"hey!! Sorry for sliding in on u without an introduction, I'm ryan"

My first mistake was trusting you

My faith was placed in the way your hair fell in curls in places thatwould make it hard to see,

just like my brothers,

and the way your eyes reminded me of the girl with " the big oldoe eyes" that I loved so much

I shook ur hand and words started gushing out of ur mouth beforeI could tell u my name

"Man, I'm really far up in my feelings , can u just listen to me vent

My 2nd mistake took the form of a slight nod

suddenly a boy I had just met began explaining everything

U pushed brown curls out of ur face and looked thru the cameraroll on ur cracked iPhone 5c to show me pictures of ur girlfriend(soon to be fiance!!!) And ur dog and ur kid brother that u thoughtlooked kinda like me

and I laughed bc at this point were only having this conversationbc of resemblance to loved ones

U asked why I giggled at that and I said I was just a giggly personand I could tell u didn't believe me but u had much more to say sou moved on

I kinda believe it was a kind gesture, as if u knew I didn't want toexplain that you look like the freshman who raised me after myparents left us, u knew I didn't wanna explain that I trusted u bcsomeone with the samecorkscrew curls saved my life

U had only made it halfway thru telling me abt how ur land ladywanted u to give up ur dog when ur stop came

I felt like I was left on a cliffhanger but as u walked off the terriblesmelling bus that I called home I thought my third mistake was notgetting ur contact info, letting the deepest public transit love storyI had ever beeninvolved with pass in an instant

But u had a (soon to be!!) Fiance

and the only thing we had in common was a love for dogs and oursiblings which meant that wasn't a mistake

My 3rd mistake was forgetting to ask u where u got ur tressemewatermelon conditioner that made pot smell so fucking good

"Hey kid. If you're reading this, you know whathappened.I just want you to know that it wasn't your faultI just decided it was time.I know you're gonna live to do great things, andpersonally, I look up to YYOOUU.Whatever happens, dont let this stop you.And by no means should you feel guilty.DDOONN''TT hate yourself.It's nnootthhiinngg ppeerrssoonnaall.Let your pops know I'm sorry.I'll see you soon

Much loveLuis Pen Miret

"Hey kid. If you're reading this, you know whathappened.I just want you to know that it wasn't your faultI just decided it was time.I know you're gonna live to do great things, andpersonally, I look up to YYOOUU.Whatever happens, dont let this stop you.And by no means should you feel guilty.DDOONN''TT hate yourself.It's nnootthhiinngg ppeerrssoonnaall.Let your pops know I'm sorry.I'll see you soon

Much loveLuis Pen Miret

To Uncle Luis, With LoveI dont know why its taken me 3 years to

finally write this.Thank you so much for everything youve everdone for me.Im so sorry for arguing with you the daybefore my birthday,I had no idea itd come to this.Im enjoying as much life as I can(hopefully until Im old and gray, because youdidnt grow to be),and I can not thank you enough for making mewho I am today.I miss you like hell, man.

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LOVEYOURLIONSMANE

Its getting weird to thinkabout the house on MantonStreet.Thinking of it reminds me of thenight in the back of the cop carwhere you told me you loved me.It reminds me of breaking downin an Outback Steakhousebathroom while my family orderedfor me on Christmas Eve.It reminds me of how watchingBreakfast At Tiffanys calms youcompletely and I guess SarahMarshall does the same for me.That house is probably empty.

Trees pass over head as urolled along staring at theskyIn any other situation itwould be sereneBut the roar of oldrumbling casters and thecracks in this broken downroad that crash ur headagainst the wood beneath itremind u that u will nevercatch a fucking break