elvis

Dear FutureMe, he had a mop of hair over him, twinkling eyes and the widest smile. i knew he was on some kind of hallucinagenic drug when he came up to me. but hey, its cafe coco. why not? so gorgeous. so gorgeous that i felt beautiful because he came up to me and asked for my number. he probably asked for my number because he was so fucked up. but he came up to me. no one really comes up to me to ask for my number. we exchange myspace accounts too. then he never called. and he never left a message after i dropped a line on his wall. but hes so gorgeous. i knew that he was the kind of guy that you would never get mad at because he was just so wonderful, because i didnt get mad at him. elvis matt tyler braff. and all the other names he claimed. do you remember him winnie? you only saw him once. and the next time you really heard of him is when you found out on myspace that he got shot in the back. i almost feel like he had to die this young. he had to. this guy is so amazing, there is no way he could just slowly ebb away in some senior citizen home in franklin, tn, bathing in the glories of his past. no, this is so him. to go with a bang. i dont even know this kid but i feel lost all of a sudden. i always tell myself not to take anything for granted. then i do. dont do it this time winnie. dont do it. bang. winnie cheung remember this guy