Some Looking Back

This conversation took place during our last summer of still having conversations. We were both working on moving to Lancaster. Neither of us was sure where we would work or how we would subsist. We were low on cash, and discussed our situations frequently. Also, he and LBC had differing views on cursing.
A Conversation from July 21, 2008

10:18 PM Ken: [...]

  SPONTANEOUS!

  I found five dollars today while i was packing my books and throwing away trash

10:19 PM it was in an envelope from the President of LBC that I got when I graduated but never opened for some reason (hint: reason is that I would need it later)

 me: did the prez of LBC give all of the grads a $5?

 Ken: yes

  it comes with a form

  and a suggestion that you give it back to lbc

10:20 PM me: no

 Ken: and commit to giving five dollars every month

  hahaha

  no joke

  I don't feel even a little bad about this.

  It's GOD's money, right? And clearly he was saving it for my time of need. So LBC can shove it. hahahahhahaha

10:21 PM :P

 me: cuz God said so

 Ken: When I had my exit interview

  's'right

  they talked to me about donating as an alumnus

  and the guy doing the interview was actually (by chance, a bunch of different staff do the exits) the VP of Financial Affairs

10:22 PM and he started it with "Idk what God has in store for you. You know? You could be a millionaire--"

  And I started laughing pretty hard

  and then I said, "I promise, if God makes me a millionaire, I'll give some money back to LBC."

  hahaha

10:23 PM me: lol

 Ken: (Image of myself making out a 100 dollar check and writing something smart in the Memo line."

  )

 me: what would you write? c'mon on now

  my choice would be "because I am now a millionaire"

10:24 PM Ken: "As promised; Hope you don't mind this money from a dirty fucker."

  tell me not to write cusses!

  lol

  you know they'd still cash it, too

  hahaha

10:25 PM me: well, they might mumble something about the money of the rich being stored up for the poor...

  *money of the wicked

 Ken: same diff

  haha

  they might mumble

  but they'd mumble in line at the bank

10:26 PM Nick is convinced they are funded by the CIA

  (LBC)

 [...]

10:30 PM Ken: I know that the VP of Financial Affairs actually told me (when he was asking me to give) that for "some reason" LBC is one of the few colleges that isn't mostly supported financially by their alumni, b/c LBC alumni give a "shockingly" little amount to the college

 me: God works in mysterious ways...

 Ken: So does the CIA!

 me: lol

  i gotta go

 Ken: k

  have fun tomorrow

  don't get too lost

 me: thanks, sorry you can't come!

 Ken: it's okay

 me: i'll try hard not ot

  *to

 Ken: call my house if you get lost and need directions

  Cause I don't work until 5, I'll be packing

 me: expect a call

10:31 PM Ken: haha, okay

  bye!

 me: i'm serious

  cya!

 Ken: okay

  haha

I Doubt It

When I got back from London,
you gently demanded (how could you do that?)
a get-together.
We would decide what to do
when you got here.

You picked me up.
Sunroof open, sun in our hair,
We went to the park.

[My park. My favorite park.
How did you know? Did I ever tell you?
You never forgot a single thing I said.]

"I was thinking we could go fly kites," you said
As you pointed to two kites in your backseat.

[How odd, I had just been thinking about kites, I remember.
Did you know? Did I ever tell you?]

We ran about wildly inexperienced, getting our kites in the air.
Up they flew. Up. Bright. Sun in our hair, on our faces!
I was so relieved
That you had no confessions,
And I no heartbreaks
To share today.

I entangled my kitestring with yours and tried to pull it down.
You smiled and laughed, not to be bothered.
I loved you for it.

[Did you know? Did I ever tell you?]