he taught me
to smoke cigarettes. not the most
wholesome lesson, but
something that stuck with me. before him
i couldn't even
flick the ash.

he taught me
to stop whining and start
doing. exemplified to me that
excuses were pathetic, and success
was entirely in our own hands.

he taught me
how to throw darts on weekday nights
at the bar. how to sound more intelligent by
adjusting my choice of verb conjugation. how to
move my hips in that circular way that guys
really seem to like.

he taught me
to question what i knew, to take
responsibility for my faults, and
if times get hard, smoke.

11/20/2008

Posted on 11/21/2008
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