so yeah... it was kinda strange.. I was kinda having a fitful night of sleep and woke up around one.. while I was looking at the clock my phone begins to ring... it was my dear old friend Rusty.. who would belive that after five years the kid I played marco polo with in the dark after the 4-H dance would still be in my life... he he.. I can remember how I met him.. we were playing a warped game of telephone where you draw on the back of the person in front of you and so on and so on... it was a workshop about being left or right handed... he and I both lefties and were totally getting creative with the picture we were passing along.. it's then we started talking about how cool it was to be lefties... later that night we were spinning  in the grass on campus  laughing...

I have to wonder sometimes if I hadn't stolen his shirt if he would still be in my life ...