i am 5’7" exactly and this girl was 6 feet in her suspenders. it cracked me up. smart as hell and she wrote a poem about me, and got it fucking PUBLISHED. which i loved of course. good poem at that. passionate and bloody.
i was manic and wild and wild and wilder. my memory eventually evaporated along with even the idea of monogamy, tho i did break with her.
she was vicious to me, of course, once i had crashed in a bipolar agony of reversal. and doubt and doubt. and doubt.
i gave her a painting that she somehow made me believe that i owed her. she made me believe horrible things in the deeps of blindest doubt.
ah well. sold this piece too cheaply too.