A little Journey into the Past...riding the Blue Couch the whole way

I am now 20, though last night...I felt as though I were 18 or even 16 again...
It's all because of one boy that was my devoted companion throughout all of high school. John F. O'Leary.
I hated John for most of my college career because I blame myself for what he had turned into. A power hungry Republican who enjoyed to slide through the female mind a little too often. I was the first, I had the plans to turn him into a "real man" I have blueprints, if you want to see them, I will gladly show them to you. I drew them out while lying on the beach on St. Croix.
Nothing has changed between John and I. We went for the signature drive through backwoods CT and ended up in Westport and then back in New Canaan...the O'Leary household hasn't changed, another car in the driveway...John's Jeep. While we drove, he told me of his escapades...He's doing a so-called "Reunion Special" where he is seeing the women of his past again. What I used to call "Operation: Viva Revolucion"...He hooked up with Grace again...which confused me a great deal.
And then that blue couch. The child like aspects of the O'Leary den had been removed so all that's left was a very bright and saddening space. Stanford magazines littered the coffee table (John's dad and soon to be John's Alma Mater)...
Riding the blue couch is like a ride into the past. Things come back while taking a ride of the couch...the masterpiece "No Means No" was written about the blue couch...I got felt up for the first time on the blue couch on Feb. 26, 2000 when John was only fourteen years old. I remember the date, what I was wearing, what we were watching. Mr. O'Leary is always still smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table when I show up. The dog always jumps on me. It's like the house stays the same...no one gets older, nothing changes...everything stays the same.
John wants to take me to brunch at the country club and to the opera. I was angry at him because for eight months, I feared he forgotten who I was. And now that we're back to the old times...I feel like I need to grow up.
Anyway, Jonah Bloch-Johnson, a genius camper of mine sent me a postcard from Spain. It was great to hear from him. I was always jealous of his sheer brilliance.
Time for work...
I found a poem I wrote on Election Night 2000 in my old senior journal...
Election
Midnight----> Dark, Dreary...I'm on the bottom, Bush is on Top
And it pains him to see I'm not enjoying it, only wanting his opponent
Just Close your eyes Emily and pretend it's him for the Next Four Years...