“The only time you acknowledged me in public was when I ran into you two days after we had this booze-fueled sex marathon in your friend’s parent’s bedroom where we talked about current events loudly every time we heard someone walk up to the door…
I don’t know what magical combination of booze, energy, nutrition and environmental factors conspired to give us that night, and I’m torn as to whether that night was a great night to be lived once or a set of circumstances to be chased again for all of eternity. Sometimes, after particularly good sex, I will say out loud, “So what the fuck is going on in Oka?” in honour of that night. You’re the only one who would get it…
…Every time an anniversary of the first Gulf War happens, I think of you.”