September 20, 1994: I began "going out with" my first boyfriend ever, Frank "Lewie" Foster. It was formalized by a phone call. Strangely enough, I can still access a little bit of memory of that call; sitting on my bed in the corner of my room on Sceptre Dr. in Rocklin, CA, looking outside the window at how things were a little brighter, a little sharper, because I liked a boy and he liked me back, enough to be "official" about it.
Lewie, if you find this by googling your name (Lewie Foster Lewie Foster!), leave me a message. It's been too long. I promise that I won't let K Street Records know how to contact/arrest you... Nor will I discriminate against you if that whole skirt-wearing thing has turned into more than a joke.
We'll always have The Ridge.
And Tchaikovsky's Overture from Romeo & Juliet.
Lewie, if you find this by googling your name (Lewie Foster Lewie Foster!), leave me a message. It's been too long. I promise that I won't let K Street Records know how to contact/arrest you... Nor will I discriminate against you if that whole skirt-wearing thing has turned into more than a joke.
We'll always have The Ridge.
And Tchaikovsky's Overture from Romeo & Juliet.
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