may 21 2009

Last night my brother called around 11:30pm, and until midnight that’s what I looked like… screaming, jackknifing and I couldn’t breathe.  I knew it was wrong to be so loud that late we but we could not stop; my laugh carries, it just comes out that way.  

One time I was dying in a parking lot and three floors up someone’s head pops out the window, “Keri?  I recognized your laugh” and snap, an old friend I hadn’t seen in years.  

Those aren’t stills; 3/4 of the way in I turned on my Flip.