Poor Stevie

i don’t how i’m gonna tell you, i can’t play with you no more

6 Comments on i don’t how i’m gonna tell you, i can’t play with you no more

  1. Daniel
    June 28, 2010 at 1:19 pm (10 years ago)

    This has been really interesting to read Steph! Elsa and I are leaving our home around here this weekend too, and have been going through much the same process of nostalgia/loss. It’s so strange to read of someone else going through the same emotions in the same spaces—but with completely different stories!

    I hope you both have a wonderful time overseas!

  2. Pete
    June 28, 2010 at 1:32 pm (10 years ago)

    Y’know, I only ever noticed the wizz smells from the weird Hare Krishna place. Figured my perceptions were skewed by that time, early on a Saturday morning, I saw a mother standing on the corner with her toddler, who had his trousers around his knees and was wizzing on the traffic light pole.

  3. Poor Stevie
    June 28, 2010 at 4:43 pm (10 years ago)

    It’s weird! Everyone seems to be leaving the area at the same time.

    Daniel – good luck with the move! It can be brutal, but a good time for unearthing memories.
    Petes – I thought for a while it was just a post-Saturday night thing, like it was a nice place for drunk dudes to pee. But, then I noticed all the time. Wizz!

  4. Soph
    July 1, 2010 at 7:38 pm (10 years ago)

    Oh man. I just laughed. A lot.

    One chapter finished, another about to open. But I’m sure your little flat will miss you!

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