I had a movie moment tonight with my grandfather.
We went outside for a smoke, and he started talking.
He told me that he's going to die soon.
And in death, he wouldn't be able to talk with me anymore.
So he gave me his zippo.
He told me that everytime i use it, it will be like he's talking to me.
Telling me to quit smoking.
Telling me to go get laid.
Telling me to wait till marriage.
He's always full of contradictions.
I think that was the first time in my life, that i've had a truely touching moment.
I now have something in my life of value.
Something that i actually give a damn about.
It was...how do you say it...i rarely use the word...ahh ya...nice.
Shit.
Funny how my touching moments still have to be depressing.
12:777 p.m. - 2004-02-16
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