I am not a smart man, but I know what love is

TNT showed Forrest Gump tonight. I've always identified with the bad parts of his character. No dad, few friends (but durable ones), drifting aimlessly through life, wasting my time and thoughts on the woman I love.

I watched the movie for the first time with the first lady to hold that distinction, a girl whose soul was purer than newly fallen snow. The innocent don't really understand pain or despair in others, so she held my hand and pretended not to notice when the tears leaked out at appropriate moments. The second was more than a little Jennyish. I think I wrote her a letter about it once.

The third is a lot Jenny. I wonder what she's doing in tonight's cut away scene, and whether he'll be the latest to break her heart, or the one to finally save her. Me, I'm getting tired of waiting around for the job. Maybe I should go run for a while, or forever.