Beautiful Music for Ugly Children

"I need to thank you."
"For what?" It`s obvious this isn`t what she was expecting to come out of my mouth.
"For outing me. You shoved me off the cliff. Turns out I can fly." God, that`s dorky. But it`s what it feels like.

That`s what bites about the future — there`s no way to predict it. You just have to show up and see what happens.

If love is the answer, what`s the question?
Maybe it just matters that you know the answer. And believe it. Believe in it.

So, Ugly Children, I bet you have a friend or two that you can lean on. Friends who are like cozy warm blankets on Minnesota winter nights. Or thick wool socks — we need those in this state. Music is my cozy warm blanket, but my friend Paige is my best pair of wool socks. Sorry, Paige, it`s a strange analogy, but it`s the only thing I can think of.

Is this what being a grown-up is like? Badness and goodness squished together in a big ball of craziness?

When the headphones are tight on my ears, the sounds slide into my bloodstream like little silver fish, racing and flashing. Music doesn`t hurt me. It`s love that just loves you, and dosn`t care who you are or what`s betwenn your legs.
Music is safe.

"...I don`t have what she wants."
John gets up to grab some Pepsi for each of us. "If you haven`t asked, you can`t know what she wants."

If all dates are that stressful, I`m gonna be alone for the rest of my life — on purpose.

And now I have a date. Obviously, pigs are flying somewhere, and Jesus will be back tomorrow.

So, Ugly Children, how about those parents? Like `em or hate `em? I can`t decide these days. They take care of me, feed me, and let me sleep in their house, but they`re seriously clueless, you know? Don`t you ever just want to stand in front of them and yell, "THIS IS ME — WHY DON`T YOU LIKE ME?"