He defined himself with his disdain
for your existence, and his cutting-edge
devotion to New Wave giants Oingo Boingo.
I heard "Dead Man's Party" on the radio
this morning. In an odd moment I felt
thirteen years old again, and wondered
if I'm still that awkward. I think it's close.
From the dashboard they sang,
Don't run away it's only me...
I hadn't thought of that kid
in more than twenty years.
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