Oh my bus buddy, I miss you kiddo. You’re a smart mofo and you won’t admit it. You can do just about anything kiddo. I know you’ll make Room for All uber fabulous. I’m sure you can think of a valid reason to screen Party Monster at school.
I don’t know when was the precise time I started talking to you but I loved ya cause man, that bus ride home can be a bitch alone but it wouldn’t be with you around. Even now, I can remember waiting some days for you and just being sad that you’d be busy that afternoon. No bus buddy, quiet ride home … alone. Oh the sadness! I wish I met you sooner.
I’m forever thankful for you being there every Friday (or later, Monday) for GSA. It made it all worthwhile to try because hey, I can always look forward to supportive Pablo right after … or during which was in most cases.
I still miss you. You have to keep in contact with me, boy. Come with me and Barbara to school events this last year you have at Northside. We’ll go to Mayflower afterwards and me and Barbara can poke at how little you ate. Tell me what college you go to … Tell me what you major in … Tell me about your many boyfriends … Tell me about what your creepy younger brother’s done lately. I’d love to hear it.
If anything, we can talk about nothing. I love our conversations about nothing. Love you Pablo, if I didn’t, I’d probably be calling my laptop something other than Pallo.