Summer Nostalgia At Sunny and 35

it's cold as shit out there, but the sunshine really makes you think.... This is disjointed and it doesn't make any sense but I wrote it down like this so who am I to rob you of authenticity?

I came in because I had to work. I needed to learn how to do my new job, then I had to go right back home.

She gave me a pre-rolled joint in an orange plastic easter egg, I got a bagel. I said goodbye like I would never see her again, she’d be gone for the whole summer. I felt the tears coming as I watched her walk into the student union.

As I drove out of the city, my phone went crazy. They wanted me to come play kickball. I was almost completely out of there, but I swung a u-turn in the valet line of a downtown restaurant and came back around.

I sat in my empty apartment a month before the lease started and stared at the walls for an hour.

They cut the legs off of my ripped jeans and made them into shorts, we sang Wilson Phillip’s Hold On and we went to another neighborhood to get cartilage piercings.

I looked at them all talking and laughing through the mirror, my legs were sweaty and I slid off the leather seat. Someone got pierced, someone didn’t. She had to swim in the ocean.

I rode in the back of the car, we parked in the liquor store lot. We sang Teenage Dirtbag, and everyone plugged their noses and pitched up their voices for that one part - I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby… Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe. I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you…

We had to send one person in for wine, nobody else was old enough. You have to be careful in this state, they take these things very seriously. Pink or white or red? How much? $8.99. The good stuff.

There’s a campfire in a barrel, 3 chairs for 7 people. That package of hotdogs has been out for a really long time, that baby pool is full of leaves and dirty water.

They pass around a wooden pipe, hand carved. There’s not weed in it, not like I thought. Just a bag of loose tobacco. I’ve never smoked a pipe before now. Personal Jesus, interesting choice. Here’s the rules of a game I made up. Are you listening? You won’t get it if you don’t pay attention. It doesn’t make sense, even if I AM paying attention. Does anyone want to go out and do karaoke?

I’ve got to go home now, I’ve been away for 35 hours and my phone is about to die. My car is almost out of gas and I have no money.