I never noticed the smell of lipstick before but now I think it tastes like poop and it stinks it gives me a headache.

I hate the smell of fake citrus too. The smell of my first car was nice especially right after I got it and my girl friend would drive it and she smelled nice. She smelled like fall, or maybe it was that we only dated in the late summer and fall and then like it started it was over and done. I really liked her roommate but hey I did not end up with either of them and that is a very good thing. Earlier, the winter before, I had went three weeks in a borrowed Chicago Bulls bright red satin starter jacket which would have been cool enough they were winning then. The thing was it was not mine it was my buddy Bill’s and he is a massive block of a man an that was before my tape worm died so I was a bit thinner than I am today. So this jacket was way too big for me as wear many of my clothes during that time. “It might be cool had Bill was your boy friend” some one said to me. I don’t remember whom but as a freshman in college unable to get any one to talk to me in the girl department, I took a major offense to this. I lost my coat because I was being nice to this girl I was secretly in love with and we were at the passion play in late October and she is wearing a long sleeved t-shirt. I a, not sure if I gave her the coat to wear out of concern for her or for the fact that I knew she saw me as a “might as well be gay” type friend and happily took the coat to wear. The guy she was setting beside would have loved to have squashed me like a bug. I might have looked desperate sitting there freezing at the passion play but the prick she was with hadn’t given up his cat which seemed the obvious thing to do but no, he was sitting there and the poor girl is in a t-shirt freezing. I don’t need to elaborate on that one. As a friend I was miserable watching it all go down so my new big coat was the offering.

But when she kept wearing it to class every day freshmen year I should have, and no doubt would have been delighted but she would not give me the time of day, much less my coat back. Now I just looked like a shlub and every time I saw her and the prick upper classman together it boiled my blood so hot that I did not need the coat. So I did what any straight 18-year-old freshman wearing his footballer friend’s puffy bright red jacket would do. I started a rumor to smoke my coat out of her dorm room. I got my coat back but not before I swear she did like Mary Magdalene and just broke a bottle of Perfume to anoint the feet of Jesus. She anointed my coat. Victoria’s Secret Rapture. To this day I love the sent that still in my now snug fitting jacket. I can pick up the sent like a radio just starving for a station to play. So the next fall when I got my coat out and it smelled like my girlfriends roommate yeah things started to unravel very quickly. That fall was the prettiest I have ever seen in southern MO. That tree in my mom’s front yard go so red and embarrassed from me wearing Bills coat it decided to become the exact color. I miss MO and the fall my favorite season. I miss the cool crisp air and the big party that we used to have at Jamie and Stephanie’s Grandparent’s place out toward Racine. I miss the long evenings skipping rocks into Shoal creek out by Uncle Jerry’s farm.

Happy fall