cubicle versus the fresh air - we know who's winning there
It's really creepy to experience a real flashback. It sneaks up on you once you've somehow managed to completed devoid your brain of thought. I achieved this yesterday afternoon in my cubicle.
I was knee-deep tax credit forms, entering in page after page of useless information. Out of nowhere, I'm in a Burger King. It's evening, but it's the summer, so it's still bright out. We're in a tiny, but well-to-do suburb. I'm eating a burger next to some train tracks on a hill. They're the same tracks that took me to Chicago, where I dragged myself around the city for hours before making the split-second decision to race back to the train station at midnight, because I couldn't stand being away from this kid with a Yoshi on his belt.
Once the train pulled into the station, I jumped into the backseat of this car and showered Alan with kisses. He blushed and laughed and insisted I quit it. Later he told me he only wanted me to stop because he felt bad for the other dudes in the car. He admitted it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him and said that he never ever wanted me to stop.
I was knee-deep tax credit forms, entering in page after page of useless information. Out of nowhere, I'm in a Burger King. It's evening, but it's the summer, so it's still bright out. We're in a tiny, but well-to-do suburb. I'm eating a burger next to some train tracks on a hill. They're the same tracks that took me to Chicago, where I dragged myself around the city for hours before making the split-second decision to race back to the train station at midnight, because I couldn't stand being away from this kid with a Yoshi on his belt.
Once the train pulled into the station, I jumped into the backseat of this car and showered Alan with kisses. He blushed and laughed and insisted I quit it. Later he told me he only wanted me to stop because he felt bad for the other dudes in the car. He admitted it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him and said that he never ever wanted me to stop.