cowbellz's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- travis kunce. i�m drinking sierra nevada. your beer of choice. oh, and ballantine ale. you always had a six pack of tallboys in your fridge for after last call. sometimes we bought it while we were out and put it in the fridge at the bar so it would be cold when we took it back to your place. you always knew which bartenders would let us do that. i�m listening to the strokes first album. always reminds me of you. we walked through harvard square that night, you holding your skateboard with one hand, my hand with the other, singing it at the top of our lungs. people passed by and laughed. some sang along. it felt great. most of our time together was like from a movie. we met on the subway. joanna was in town and we were coming back from dinner in the north end. you smiled from across the platform. you snuck your tiny bmx bike on the same car as us, knowing full well that bikes are supposed to go in the last car. you struck up a conversation by mentioning my box of cookies from mike�s pastry. we chatted, i gave you a cookie, and you invited us to meet you later for beers at your regular bar. we didn�t show up. sorry about that. i drug friends to the same bar a few weeks later, half hoping to find you. there you were, in your bright yellow fleece vest. you looked up when we walked in and said, �i know you.� �from the T. i gave you a cookie.� not long after, we went to see that play. you set the whole thing up. a sneak preview of shel silverstein shorts at that tiny theater in the middle of harvard square. you wore a tie and a fancy brown coat, because you said people should dress up for the theater. i took the T from davis and sat in the very last car and you hopped on at porter. you looked great. you held my hand. that night slowly became one of my favorite nights ever in history. the theater doors opened to reveal the first snowfall of the season. it was amazing. i couldn�t stop smiling. i was so excited and you fed off it. we ran back home and changed into more snow appropriate clothing and went back out into the night. you loved that i wanted to walk in the snow instead of taking the train. we ran around like twelve year olds. we had snowball fights, made snow angels, wrestled and rolled around into the snow until we were completely numb and found refuge and warmth in charlie�s. we drank till they kicked us out at last call and then walked back to your house. we stayed up all night drinking your stash of ballantine ale and watching the snow. i tried to will the sun to stay down so it wouldn�t end. it didn�t work. it all has to end sometime, i guess. i thought of you often after i moved back to texas. i always thought our paths would cross again someday. as stupid as it must seem now, i was sure of it. your death has affected me more than i would have ever thought. i still have a hard time believing it's true. i think i�ve read the email from jason 30 times today just to make sure it still says what i think it says. my heart sinks a little more every time. writing just this little bit has helped immensely. i wanted to share my favorite memories of you. i associate so much of that city with you. it will seem a little haunted without you there. sleep well, travis. 2:14 am - 08 january 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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