I hate dinner.
my model of a friendship. it’s something i crystallized when i was 12 and hasn’t changed. when i was 12, i knew how to have a friend. we rode bikes around and played with stuff and talked. that was a friend. sometimes we snuck out at night. we had adventures. we explored stuff, like clive crescent and the paths that linked our houses through the back of minkara retirement village and the creeks, and we captured small invertebrates and studied them. that was a friend. what is a friend now? i don’t know! someone i have dinner with? i hate having dinner most of the time. having dinner with someone is not fun. dinner is why you have to quit playing and come in the house to have. dinner was the reason my friend couldn’t come out because he’s having his dinner! why is everyone always having dinner? i don’t want dinner. i want to go out in a boat. i want to go for a bike ride!
would someone please come for a bike?
