past lives

3/11/01
9:23 pm Sunday (dad's)

[part B]

Run to the brink of exhaustion, then run some more, fall down and pass out only to awake running. know that this gift of movement has been denied to the helpless, to the harmed and so keep running. keep going when your legs are stiff from battery acid and liquid shit, keep going when your lungs have shriveled to the size of raisins and your heart has popped. keep pushing onward with legs pumping and mind focused, keep moving onward with clear intent of never stopping... and never do nothing.
as to never stop.

[part A]

Matt and I ran 4 miles. We started at the Y and made a loop. I enjoyed it. So did he. Leaves for Basic Training tomorrow by Wednesday he will have arrived in Texas, somewhere.

"Life is beautiful," he said. And he is a very wise man.

Noticing things after they're gone. shit. we had some amazing times together. some really fucking cool shit. yet, we were best friends there was never a competition, even in the face of competing, we were equal in respect for each other. that is and was amazing. it's truly difficult to find such unselfishness. a wise man Matt Fitzsimmons is, forever in my memories we will run together through the disgusting times of High School Hell, together we will part paths knowing someday we will still be on the same road.