You cannot say anything that will make this pit in my stomach leave.

     I’d say the closest to the beginning of this story that I can get, without borning you, would have to be Thursday, which would be the day we left town for San Francisco to see Over The Rhine play in the Great American Music Hall. It was a lovely, beautiful show. This was one of the rare concerts that I brought my camera and actually used it aswell. I felt pretty good about the shots, even though there were signs posted about that said the artists requested that we not use our flashes. “OK,” I thought, “I can do that for them, because I love them.” After the concert this lovely girl named Katie, who happened to be standing next to me the entire show, asked if she could please have copies of my photographs? She’d pay me, if she needed. “OK,” I said, “just give me your e-mail, and I’ll e-mail them to ya.”

     So, great. Happy story, right? Yeah. Well, it doesn’t end there. Sorry.

     Today we went out and got my film developed at the one hour centre. I knew there was a chance they wouldn’t come out well, but I figured they’d at least be slightly visable.

     Absolutely    n   o   n   e   of the photographs came out. My envelope holds four photographs: the one I took before we left town to start off the roll, and the three I took this morning to finish off the roll; and sad, empty negatives.

     I am going to cry my eyes out, despite the triviality of it all. In some other dimmension, my sister is here with me, and I lay my head on her lap and cry and cry and cry.

     And that, my dear friends, is the story of The Broken Hearted Camera.

     I took a walk with my big black umbrella, and the wind kicked up. I felt like Mary Poppins. I wished I could have floated away, like she does. I knew exactly where I would float to, as well.

     Time for ______________.
                                 (Fill in blank.)


Sorry, there is no poetry. I have not written anything worth reading.

8 Responses to “”

  1. Crabbattle Says:

    A friendly reminder that someone still loves you and thinks of you, although currently it seems not that way. So, to my loveliest sister…Arf… ^__^

  2. djeikyb Says:

    aww, that sucks.

  3. sarahgrin Says:

    Awww…  ::gives you big hug::  I wish I could have been there.  Then both of our photos wouldn’t’ve come out.
    Love you.

  4. flarekojima Says:

    Ouch. I hate it when that happens. I mean, I really hate when that happens. I’m definitely glad that you enjoyed the concert, I’d like to see them or at least hear them sometime. It’s just terrible that the photos didn’t come out, though. I have a proposition for you, but since I’ll probably see you before you get a chance to see this I’ll just tell this morning.Hope you rest easy tonight.

  5. Anonymous Says:

    Over the Rhine: ❤
    You are awesome, though not just because you listen to OtR

  6. Crabbattle Says:

    Yes’m, my sister-person! My address is still the same. I’m working on stuffies for you, so blah blah.

  7. rwrpolo Says:

    i normaly dont have the internet… and or time to read your stories… but i want you to know that i like them… well i hope you have a good time… tour is going well… keep it real…

  8. Anonymous Says:

    I think you’re awesome because you write beautiful poetry, have excellent taste in music, still watch cartoons, and are just an altogether interesting person, it seems, to answer your question.

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