but see your mom in this photo. we used to come to this place, and walk down this same street, and talk about a future with you, before you were you, and watch similar clouds roll over us. and last year i was here with you, but you couldn’t walk, and you had no words [...]
i love it when you do things like this. i mean, a few years ago i would have thought, “damn…that kid is getting crumbs all over my bed.” but now… now i just look at you and smile, thinking about how you are the one who can make the shittiest day ever disappear in seconds. [...]
you’ve got to start earning your keep, kid. plus you’re never gonna see this white stuff in los angeles, so enjoy it while you can. (where did your right hand go?)
