Saturday, February 2, 2008

33/366: Mark

Just after high school, before either of us had moved out of our parents’ houses, we’d spend hours in his basement room, amid his dad’s Cornell-like art boxes, getting stoned, setting things on fire, thinking up hysterically funny ideas. To this day, when I make him laugh, I feel so proud.

3 comments:

Indigo Bunting said...

I love this.

pk said...

this is a beautiful one: I love Cornell, so it sounds like heaven to me: and the laughing thing: precisely friendship.

Aslo White said...

Check out his website. It's amazing: http://www.markcrummett.com