As the sun starts to peek out from behind the unusually grey February clouds, a young woman’s mind turns to Festival Season: where the flower crowns fund Etsy shops for the winter months, and CamelBak sales are at their urban retail peak. Aside from the one vacation day a year I ration for the glory of overpriced beer and extortive merchandising, my favorite festivals mean a weekend sighting of the Bay Brigadoon: my Bestie, BFF, Biffles, the Only Long Distance Relationship I Believe In, the notorious Mr. Zen. Z and I became friends only after I annoyed the hell out of him for four years, but it was 6th grade and I was in love with him so he forgave me for it. When High School hit I developed a solid sense of General Anger and he was there to remind me to give less fucks, if any at all, and we’ve been friends ever since. He built a computer in High School, knows more about software engineering and lucid dreaming than anyone I’ve ever met, and will probably only grow smarter, which both fills me with pride and a sort of creeping terror because I’m gonna have to keep up with all that. In the meantime he wears goggles to my bandana just for fun, and backs me up when people make fun of my pants. We’re almost definitely getting married, but we’ve got a lot of music to get through first.
This is Sam. He works with Lemon in the trenches of Feature Co., the heartless engine of film making enterprise. He likes Funko Pop figurines, Superman, pink donuts, days when no one asks him to do pointless things, and making fun of his frequent existential crises. He dislikes disappointing company perks, when the phone rings, and thinking about credit card debt. Most importantly, he lets Lemon waste his time talking about stupid shit on the reg. That’s why he’s SuperSam.
- They think Lee Harvey Oswald was trying to kill Governor Connally instead- did I ever show you the musical about this? It doesn’t have James Franco, though. Sorry.
- There’s an Ugly Christmas Sweater with the alphabet lights from Stranger Things; I also started liking it right after that episode. Probably should have mentioned it earlier.
- My cousin is a Surprise Republican, which my dad absolutely loves, even though he didn’t vote third party. I have to put a Cessation for Peace on political discussion in this house, however. For all of our sakes.
- I started making lists again, not parceling my words this time so much as putting them somewhere, anywhere, besides that little white box and pressing send.
- The things I’m trying not to say are building tally marks on the inside of my eyelids
- It’s so much worse to remember happiness, than to remember pain
I covered my eyes to see you better,
covered my mouth to
keep a peace-
unrolled understanding like
a carpet on your stones,
kissing corners just to bring in
a little light
I risked my shame for greatness,
hoping you would do the same-
I wrote you in songs, and stories and poems to keep
your sacred silence in tact
Jay is a theater nerd in the body of a software engineer. He’s a pirate dinosaur super villain detective- or so I’m told. He likes Sherlock, his unicorn spirit hood, things with American flags on them, movies, staying up unreasonably late, and maintaining the upper hand in relationships by aggressively ignoring feels. He dislikes folk music, people that are too easy to figure out, and household items without an express utilitarian purpose. He expresses love by telling you your opinions are terrible, but we like him anyway. Probably.