I was looking for a story I could send to Gabe that was appropriate for his age

But still had something to say

Instead I found a seldom-used diary, filed under “My Autobiography,”

Nested in “Writings,” nested in “Life.”

I re-read my yester-years, of particular interest were all the verbal blisters

I built up to cover my shame

I re-read my yester-years, of particular interest were the notes from the editor

Inserted in the interim

There was “Rilo Kiley, Reinhold Messner and My Fear of Missing Out,”

About the summer when I saw I was doing it wrong

There was “Evolution, Pitying Pnin” and “Drinking with My Old Friends,”

About the trouble rewriting history brings

I re-read my yester-years, of particular interest were all the verbal blisters

I built up to cover my shame, shame, shame, shame

I re-read my yester-years, of particular interest were the notes from the editor

Inserted in the interim

Like how could I be so dumb dumb dumb

Dumb dumb dumb

Dumb dumb dumb

Like how could I be so dumb dumb dumb

Dumb dumb dumb

Dumb dumb dumb

One entry was entitled “Please remember this conversation for the next year,”

Dated 8-08-2005

Underneath it was a note from May ’06 that said, “Honestly I can’t remember this” and right now I second my lack of recollection

I re-read my olden days, of particular interest is the fact that I don’t act that way

My comportment’s changed, changed, changed, changed

I re-read my yester-years, of particular interest were the notes from the editor

Inserted in the interim

Back then I thought that my lot was cast

And I was cast as Lot

With a camel for a Camelot

Well fit for a tight spot