I'm not going to believe it and neither are you
heres good news for you and me
I ran into a lil ole man on the sidewalk of my hotel
but would you believe me if I told you he had no toes?
The lil man who lost his toes last year and told me to not miss out on being in Alaska.
This time he told me advice every other sentence (we passed a lot of sentences)
To never take my toes for granted
He told me how he wished he could have an ascetic leg and be back up and running.
We talked about meeting a year ago, I asked him if he remembered
And he called me the girl who sat on the curb at night
We gave our names this time and said nice to meet you Kerry again
after a years worth of toes healing. He gave me the update on how they were
(gone)
sorri not sorri, I had to
But whens the last time you received an update a year later on toes?
He told me he's moving so he'll probably never see me again...
unless he does.
I guess that's how it works Kerry, you're right
I think Kerry has somewhat of a short memory, he liked to tell short stories
and sometimes he repeated himself.
But that could just be an age thing of people who like to tell stories.
I do that sometimes so I'm basically short of memory too.
He must have a bit of long memory left
cause he asked if I'm still working outside and making freckles
"working outside and making freakles"
WhAT.
somebody get this guy a something good (award)
What a memory. bahaha. I can't. Could you?
I told him yes, it's the sun who gives them to me.
And he said
"Well of course! It's not like you can buy them off the street!"
And he pretended to ask a vender for some freckles
Where does he come up with this stuff? What.. did you just, what?
And he is right.
And I laughed again
inside and out from Kerry and his freckle jokes
Who would have thought that Kerry with no toes would still be here one year later
taking his walks up and down sidewalks
And we would meet
and he would give me laughs about memories of freckles and having no toes
