1. Wednesday, May 22, 2002

    goddamned you half japanese girls 

    you do it to me every time.

    ex bestfriend amy jo goddard emailed me last night and totally caught me by surprise.

    this is a girl who wouldnt return letters or phone calls or respond to mixed tapes or even put-downs. a triple scorpio with a scorpio rising, my old pal had written me off and i was pretty sure that id never hear or see her again, except for those rare instances where you pass each other at the denver airport while changing planes and you go, “hey, hi.” and she goes, “oh yeah, hi.” and neither of you can leave the cinnabun line cuz that would just be too obvious.

    i didnt have a chance to write her back last night because i was trying to make the beach house look presentable for a handful of guests that arrived last night from abroad. so aj if youre reading this, your email was a pleasant shock. i thought you hated me. i thought that i had embarrassed you in front of your militant feminist friends who took it all wrong when i said, “you like girls, i like girls, lez be friends.”

    even thought some kids love the bad jokes, it only really works when you have a few good jokes to follow up, and just like today i didnt have caca.

    anyway, aj, theres always a place in my heart for you.

    i have always liked tomboys and aj was — and is — a tough girl who doesnt take shit from anyone. she skateboarded, she sewed, she could drag her teeth down the side of your neck smelling of perfume fluctuating between a sultry deeper voice and a very feminine upper register.

    we were dynamite on the radio giving the kids all the newest gangsta rap and grunge as the year was 1989 and the greek god of funk had delivered to us milk crate after milk crate of the hard rocking metal riffs and hip hop beats that a girl from texas and a boy from the midwest had been waiting forever to hear, and play.

    thanks for not hating me for eternity, aj.

    very cool of you to write.