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2003-04-15 - 10:47 p.m. and he says, "i know about your man" - pete yorn i was thinking about this kid named jimmy. jimmy was a year older than me, and i don't think he liked me very much. i suspect he had a crush on my friend jackie. we'd walk home, and we'd stop at this little mexican liquor store, and he'd buy burritos, and share them with her, while ignoring me completely. anyhow, the night he graduated, he was wearing these brand new white sneakers. they were so white. after graduation, there was a few parties. it was the summer before my senior year, and we partied like there was no tomorrow. i saw jimmy at the first party we hit. i didn't think much of it, but, i do remember seeing him. we hit a coupla more parties, and i know that i never thought about him again. i'm sure of it. the next day, my friend patches called, and told me that jimmy was dead. he got stranded at a party, asked this older guy for a ride home, the older guy had been drinking, they wrecked, and jimmy was killed. just a few hours after his high school graduation, he died instantly on a lonely country back road. i remember walking downstairs after the phone call, and as soon as i tried to say the words to my parents, i was crying. i didn't really know him, and i don't think he really liked me, but, none of that mattered. at that moment, and still to this day, jimmy represents youth abruptly ended, and the terrible senselessness of it all. i think about him sometimes. i'm not really sure why. i just know that when i think of tragedy, i think of him, and his family. and how it always makes me cry. goodnight. |
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