Morning Talks

My brother stopped by this morning and we talked about his like for this girl. He finally worked up the courage to ask her to be his friend on facebook and I was saying how it might be too late. I also told him that it could be the perfect timing and he should trust his gut. Maybe she wasn't ready before this.

"That's just my perspective. One perspective out of a billion. Someone else might think something different, and the most important perspective is yours, and hers."

"Yeah."

I sit there looking around, my mind going around, he's lying there in his black leather jacket with a hood, the inside an army print he always covers up. His black pants and black shoes, his long torso, his growing sideburns. He touches them.

"Here."

He scoots over to me with his ipod in his hand, held out towards me showing a video of him...

Shot of Reagan's face in front, Kristen's face with glasses behind.

"Kristen, what do you call a person who likes Lana Del Ray?"

"Loser"

Camera phone follows Reagan's face as he turns towards her.

"Really? Really?"

Shaking his head.

The Real Rob Bentley likes it. Probably putting up a video in response.

My stomach is a little bit in disarray. I've been putting a whole lot more probiotics in and I feel like jumping up and down while also sleeping. I feel like climbing a mountain with my stomach while my arms and legs are at the bottom of the ravine resting.

It would be snow-capped mountains. And my limbs would be cold while my stomach is heated from the work.