Three years ago

I biked down and met Deborah at Artis on Fourth Street. "It's weird," I said. "I guess I'm just late."

"So are you going to take a test?"

"Sure. You know it's going to be negative."

Later I went to the dollar store and grabbed a test. I stuck it in my coat pocket and proceeded to forget about it until later that afternoon. Okay, it's time.

Two lines changed my damn life. I love you, kid.