And we drove.
Chris dropped off his girlfriend near West Point at her parent's house. I thought he was going to drop Jerry off too. "That would be hella awkward man." I realized this, but who knows. People have done crazier shit. Shooting up in a gas station's parking lot then asking a cop for a cig....I'll never change.
The music coming back to Senson was great. I can't remember the last time I heard real jazz coming from Chris's cd player, he usually has it on a local station. And a local station out here only means Classic Rock or haggard ass Country. Fuck Country.
I got lost in thought. Jerry and Chris were talking about pool or something along those lines, but I felt calm and peaceful. The same feeling I get from pot was overshadowing me. God, it was so good. For the first time in a while I felt like writing. Nothing big, just a story to show off to my professors or friends. I started to sing to myself, adding stupid lyrics to a grove by Monk. 'Yeah, this is it.' I was feeling it. Then I thought about Marie. It had been a few days since I had called her, a few days more than usual. 'Wonder who she has filling my place.' I'll never stop being jealous, not as long as she still had alone time without me. I sat back and forgot.
The music was changing, I've been waiting for the next song for a good while. Chris quickly changed it past the one I was waiting for but I stayed quiet. Better not piss him off, it was his radio. The blank silence between song changes almost killed me though. When you least expect something, even little things like the sound of silence can change a person's attitude momentarily. Frustrated, I sat with my head tilted back and lost myself in thought. Dead tired, I quickly feel asleep.
The music coming back to Senson was great. I can't remember the last time I heard real jazz coming from Chris's cd player, he usually has it on a local station. And a local station out here only means Classic Rock or haggard ass Country. Fuck Country.
I got lost in thought. Jerry and Chris were talking about pool or something along those lines, but I felt calm and peaceful. The same feeling I get from pot was overshadowing me. God, it was so good. For the first time in a while I felt like writing. Nothing big, just a story to show off to my professors or friends. I started to sing to myself, adding stupid lyrics to a grove by Monk. 'Yeah, this is it.' I was feeling it. Then I thought about Marie. It had been a few days since I had called her, a few days more than usual. 'Wonder who she has filling my place.' I'll never stop being jealous, not as long as she still had alone time without me. I sat back and forgot.
The music was changing, I've been waiting for the next song for a good while. Chris quickly changed it past the one I was waiting for but I stayed quiet. Better not piss him off, it was his radio. The blank silence between song changes almost killed me though. When you least expect something, even little things like the sound of silence can change a person's attitude momentarily. Frustrated, I sat with my head tilted back and lost myself in thought. Dead tired, I quickly feel asleep.