I'm here in the live oak at the old house on 11th Bay Street. I drive by the place once in a while, it's not that far from where I live now. When I first moved back to the city though, I drove by and saw that my tree was gone. Not even a stump. So today I had to bring the photo. Made one of those photos of a photo, the past superimposed on now, you've seen that shit on the internet, right? Climbed right in, and here I am. You know the photo I mean though? I might've shown it to you before. Bare-legged little girl in a tree? I'm a ghosty smudge. I'm probably about 8 or 9 because it looks like it could totally be my daughter. That's the only picture I have of my tree. It's like having only one photo of an old lover. No beating off though, ha ha. Anyway. Wish you were here, fucker.
Take it sleazy,
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