I found this note written in my hand on a piece of scrap paper as I was cleaning out all the crap from my car the other day. I have no idea when it's from, what the context and impulse was, what it was supposed to mean:
Now tell me again this little story, this truth, this thing I must know. Of course you must be careful or too much ink will flow.
Whatever I meant by it, it's kind of awesome.
Hey, how sweet is it when your present you can admire your past you for having a mancrush on his past self. <3