What my first day of university actually was: Introduction to Print 111 Lecture 5-6pm, followed by stealing traffic cones from campus construction sites, closing random roads in surrounding neighbourhoods while we watched from the curb with our cameras, cigarettes and cartons of orange juice at the ready, driving a car for the first time in an empty carpark attempting burnouts, getting lost in Cannington for an hour, long car ride conversations about old dogs and new loves, getting home at 10pm with a sore stomach from laughing so hard and finding 6 mosquito bites to add on to my 14 from the weekend.
I think this year might be a good one.
Did I ever tell you about him? The way he shook when he cried? He didn’t cry very often, but when he did your lungs collapsed for him. In the middle of the night he’d kiss the back of my head and whisper things I couldn’t hear, but I’d nod and tell him to sleep, and he would. That was him. He was tall, tall-ish. He had scars on his knuckles from being angry too often. He liked the colour green and his socks had holes in them and sometimes, if he was happy, he would smile for pictures. I was just an atom but he — he was the whole entire universe, cupped into my sweaty palms, and that was okay for the both of us.