peter lyons was my first friend in shreveport. first friend since getting back to the states. he took me out for my birthday, showed me around town, bought my favorite cake and had everyone in korner lounge sing me happy birthday over it. that was the first time i’d ever met him. gonna miss him, can’t believe he’s gone.
published in the school's annual art/lit magazine! i did not know i was in there till today, found out at the reception. might be the first time anything written under this name of mine has seen print.
