You and me, it's like we crossed wires at some point in that dimly lit factory building buzzing with anticipation and creation and mental stimulation where all the human robots find their beginnings.  Trace back to the first day we met - boom, who the hell are you?  We laugh at the same shit and that's why I think if I had a type it would probably just be you, no further explanation required.  I guess when it comes down to it the way we begin is a funny story, whether life is literally breathed into us or we're simply plugged in, some of us turn out a certain way and others don't.  I like the ones that don't, like you, I suppose.  There are way way way too many sad things happening in the world, so I'd just like to turn my radio off and sit with you instead.  Let's leave the growing up to somebody else.  In the meantime, you can find me on the swing set behind the house you grew up in, pretending like I can skip a rock to save my life and running around barefoot 7 months out of the year because I've got Indian feet.  If you want to come, you're definitely invited, there's room for two on this canoe.