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.
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3 comments:
I love this.
this is a beautiful one: I love Cornell, so it sounds like heaven to me: and the laughing thing: precisely friendship.
Check out his website. It's amazing: http://www.markcrummett.com
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