So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me?
As as Chris' feet stamped like an elephant across the wet pavement of my driveway and then dry thuds on the neighbors grass, all I could think was "Balls, what the fuck is going on?" I wish I could put that more eloquently, but the moment was complex in more ways that one can really imagine, given the circumstances present.
Chris, going to take a girl home awkwardly to allow Pat and Tom an extra 10 minutes to stay inside relaxing from the downpour, was walking down the driveway. Tom said "C'mon, be Frank Gore..." to which Chris nodded like a nervous tick 'no', before saying "no...alright...yeah" before bolting by Tom and Pat as makeshift blockers, drunk and blazed kids posing as a brick wall, and poorly. Chris blew by like a motion blur to the eyes, juking to my neighbors lawn and darting past before splitting back inwards while screaming a childish "Yeahhhh!!" as he ran towards his car across the street as if it were the end zone in San Francisco.
And as I watched this Pat was hunched over and holding his stomach, his eyes pierced shut in hysterics. Then watchig Tom, choking on his breath and spinning in circles I couldn't help but eventually propose this thought about it: "That was...the oddest fucking thing I've ever seen."
If I didn't know any better I'd think Chris was still running in the joy of the peculiar moment, ecstatic to the bliss of acting like a 5 year old again. In a life of expectations, it was the free moment where something totally unexpected, and really fucking stupid, kicked you in the face. And you loved it.
Chris, going to take a girl home awkwardly to allow Pat and Tom an extra 10 minutes to stay inside relaxing from the downpour, was walking down the driveway. Tom said "C'mon, be Frank Gore..." to which Chris nodded like a nervous tick 'no', before saying "no...alright...yeah" before bolting by Tom and Pat as makeshift blockers, drunk and blazed kids posing as a brick wall, and poorly. Chris blew by like a motion blur to the eyes, juking to my neighbors lawn and darting past before splitting back inwards while screaming a childish "Yeahhhh!!" as he ran towards his car across the street as if it were the end zone in San Francisco.
And as I watched this Pat was hunched over and holding his stomach, his eyes pierced shut in hysterics. Then watchig Tom, choking on his breath and spinning in circles I couldn't help but eventually propose this thought about it: "That was...the oddest fucking thing I've ever seen."
If I didn't know any better I'd think Chris was still running in the joy of the peculiar moment, ecstatic to the bliss of acting like a 5 year old again. In a life of expectations, it was the free moment where something totally unexpected, and really fucking stupid, kicked you in the face. And you loved it.