this bridge will self-destruct in five seconds
so today at the gas station, i swear on all that is holy that i saw steven, you know, this guy from my dirty past.

i was just pulling out of the station as he pulled in. of course, i really should have stopped and talked to him. but did i? no. i drove quickly away. i'm not really sure why. but i really feel like my gut reaction to seeing anyone from my past - friends, lovers, anyone - is that i should avoid them - that i've probably burned a bridge with them anyway.
but i really didn't burn any bridges with steven. we parted really sensibly, if i might say so myself. i probably just did burn the bridge, though, by driving away from him instead of stopping and catching up with him. he was always so nice and friendly to everyone.

so even though he's traded in his awesome ancient boat car for a shiny new jetta, he still has his long red hair.