Dear Anonymous,
Wow. You "hate me?" Remember what Freud says, "Hate and love are twins." If you feel that kind of intensity, I'm guessing there is also an attraction. Trust me friend, Wantu's spirit is working on you.
You want to know why I write this? Well, I guess I'm used to a public search for the truth. AA breeds that into you. They way they make you tell secrets within a room full of strangers. That's what I'm doing, Dear Anonymous, I'm working out my secrets. My friendship with Wantu is my deepest secret. I don't know why, but this blog pulls Wantu out of me so I can see him, see what he's been up to in the back of my head. Doesn't everyone we meet live within us in some way?
Like this morning. I woke up and remembered this terry cloth headband. It was white and said "Atlanta Braves" on the front in blood orange lettering with tiny tomahawks above the ears. It was the kind of thing Bruce Jenner would've worn in 1976. Absolutely ridiculous now. One morning Wantu showed up wearing this headband while the pigeon wore a matching band of elastic string--the kind of string you'd pull from the waistband of your underpants. For weeks he wore that headband and the bird mirrored him. Let me tell you something my Dear Anonymous, I've got a standing inquiry on e-bay and craigslist offering real cash to anyone who has one of those Braves headbands. I don't know why. I think it would give me some sort of peace to have one now.
Wow. You "hate me?" Remember what Freud says, "Hate and love are twins." If you feel that kind of intensity, I'm guessing there is also an attraction. Trust me friend, Wantu's spirit is working on you.
You want to know why I write this? Well, I guess I'm used to a public search for the truth. AA breeds that into you. They way they make you tell secrets within a room full of strangers. That's what I'm doing, Dear Anonymous, I'm working out my secrets. My friendship with Wantu is my deepest secret. I don't know why, but this blog pulls Wantu out of me so I can see him, see what he's been up to in the back of my head. Doesn't everyone we meet live within us in some way?
Like this morning. I woke up and remembered this terry cloth headband. It was white and said "Atlanta Braves" on the front in blood orange lettering with tiny tomahawks above the ears. It was the kind of thing Bruce Jenner would've worn in 1976. Absolutely ridiculous now. One morning Wantu showed up wearing this headband while the pigeon wore a matching band of elastic string--the kind of string you'd pull from the waistband of your underpants. For weeks he wore that headband and the bird mirrored him. Let me tell you something my Dear Anonymous, I've got a standing inquiry on e-bay and craigslist offering real cash to anyone who has one of those Braves headbands. I don't know why. I think it would give me some sort of peace to have one now.
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