if you want to be my girl

small pockets of odd culture form everywhere...
groups of people drawn together by common
goals or passion...

one of the oddest ones Ive come across
is the Grounders Crews here in Regina.
I went out to play with them tonight,
with my sisters, the handsome, and some
friends from Calgary.

Its a childs game, which Im sure you know
the rules of...but almost every night
at this place known as "Grounders Central"
people gather to play.
Tonights game was good.
I hope its alright that your 24 year old boyfriend
likes to play playground games every now and again.

my sisters are odd.
(though they swear that Im odd-er-er)
I offer as proof a quote from our expedition to Costco
this very day.

The were arguing about something,
when suddenly Rachet yells (loudly)

"I should have killed you when
I had the chance...
in the womb!"

are you sure you want to be apart of this family?

When I received your first e-mail today,
I got ahold of this girl that I used to date in Calgary.
She works the UofC paper there, and, I remembered
was doing a research paper last year
on the practice of prostitution
in Europe by foreign women. Anyway, when I told her
about your experience she was horrified.
("It can happen to anyone Jae...don't feel bad")
Her interest now renewed, she is planning to do an article
about it for the first issue of this years paper. She would
be very interested in interviewing you when you get back...
and I told her that we could probably make time when you
got back to Calgary, and that I would try to convince you
that sharing your story could prevent the same thing
happening to others. I really think you should.
Her name is Chelsey, and she'll probably try and get
ahold of you by e-mail this week.

Let me tell you what I didnt like about today...
it was lovely, and I didnt have to work...
and this one thing almost ruined it.
I was driving home in the Echo...
when I saw...stretched out before me....
perfection.
A tall slender man in a large hat and very short
pastel shorts was walking with his tiny dog beside
the largest puddle I had seen in days.

"You have to do it", I thought to myself.
"It's perfect....and that dog looks just like your G-ma's"
(I hate that dog)

I nudged the steering wheel to the left...
and accelerated.
but choked with 5m to go...
re-correcting
and missing the puddle entirely

"I couldnt do it!"

"If Jiminy Cricket was your conscience...
he would puke in his hat", said Kat from the Back.

sigh. next time.

One of the many things I love about you Faith
is that your not dry-clean only. Not that I would...
but I feel like I could ask you to come with me anywhere.
That you could be as happy sleeping on a park bench
as a feather bed...is one of the many reasons Ill try to
keep you forever.

keeping that in mind,
I have booked our hostels in Prague.
You may regret leaving me responsible...
time shall tell.

have a wonderful day babe.

I love you!