That hour when (where) boys were not all they seemed –
Looking back at that boy who would seek and destroy me long after the fact… I could not react…
In my memory intact I am cursed and I screamed.
Written by Jason Wright January 8, 2000
For Patrick: Please Forgive Me.
Patrick was a boy I met on vacation who showed an interest in me, who I should have reacted to but didn’t, which is something I have always regretted, though I know I was trying to do what I thought was right. And we parted on good terms, with a hug goodbye, but it feels like an unresolved thing.
Someone that I don’t really know, whose appearances are always brief and electric, who I wanted before I knew his name and long before his sweetest confession.
Carrie zipping up Nate’s jacket and Nate sitting by the back windows at the pictured and infamous Denny’s, circa 1999?
In the late 90s I spent nearly every night at a Denny’s located at 3310 Washtenaw Avenue in Ann Arbor, which was permanently closed on March 30, 2022, and has since been demolished to make way for a new Chick-fil-A. Gross.
That’s where I knew Nate from. I never knew his last name. I didn’t think I stood a chance with him but he said something really cryptic to me once that turned heads…but I only saw him once after that and it was in passing and he looked like he had really been put through the wringer. It wasn’t the kind of situation where I could talk to him and I never really knew him very well, so he just disappeared from my life. I hope he’s good.
