I send him a message thanking him for giving me Bob Dylan.
He responds, thanking me in kind for Liz Phair.
Later, I wonder if there is anything beyond blowjobs and heartache that i gave him which stuck. I don’t ask though. A couple of days later, I download all the Liz Phair songs I’ve avoided since we parted, because I might as well, right?
He was the prettiest thing I ever laid my hands on. I don’t know why I still feel guilty about that.