12 January 2006 | Vol. 5, No. 4
Thanksgiving Prayer Girl
The coach of Team Lavender reads
an inspirational message off of a football
before throwing a perfect spiral into a tight
end's face. Go Lavender! As I am eating
at Ridiculous Burger or cutting my hair, I am
becoming Jesse, who is like me only certain
of things that only Jesse would be certain of:
cupcake dreams, watermelon. Amongst
the Santa Rosas in early, early morning,
love and darkness mean nothing to Jesse,
mean everything to me. In the big fun
disaster, I revisit every place
we loved one another and cry, I fall
asleep to the same song in the back of a Jeep
night after night, oftentimes doubting
my place among Team Lavender's well-hung
Adonises. (Jesse wand