My Very First Imaginary Boyfriend Died :(

[maybe_amanda101]

I was four. It was summer. I was hot hot hot. I was in Indiana, watching TV at my grandparents' house. I don't know what show I was watching, but I remember a cowboy, a tall, lean black-and-white cowboy with a terrific smile, singing "Big Bad John." And I remember wanting him. Badly. What the hell I wanted him for, I did not know, and that seemed unimportant at the time. I just wanted.

And that was even before he went on to create and sell some mighty good sausage.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/15/arts/15dean.html

(Why do you people need to know this? Shrug.)

Comments

[marakara.livejournal.com]

You gotta love a man who can sing and make breakfast. Excellent early imaginary boyfriend choice.

Take Care
Mara

[comice.livejournal.com]

We didn't, but I'm charmed and saddened for you.