Just like I hate Fenders. nJust like I can't stand the snow. nJust like my hand-me-down truck that I miss so much, neven with no stereo. nnAnd just like fucking with a condom on, nthough I've got no fucking disease. nLike getting tested for a brand new girl nwho just turns around and leaves. nnLike full-time school, a part time job, nand a niece I never see. nLike headwinds. Girls with boyfriends. nNo money for no TV. nnJust like that headstone with my namenengraved from a generation passed. nLike being twenty-three on Thursday. nLike growing up too goddamn fast. nnLike a cell phone full of numbers nbut not one soul I want to call. nJust like half-read books read by well-read eyes nthat pretend to have read them all. nnLike following a dream nthat cripples you with debt. nLike laughing at a joke nthat hasn't caught up with you yet.nnBecause I once new why in those Kris Kross days. nSpin the bottle and she moves in mysterious ways. nLike a stupor. nA Winnie Cooper. nBut now nothing makes sense to me.