May 24, 2005 16:24
the best times of swimming in the ocean are those nights at 3 am when we went to a beach that no one else knew about [or so we convinced ourselves] and then would drive back, windows down, listening to neutral milk hotel and get pancakes and milkshakes. unlock the door with the morning paper.
those are days i loved the beach. those are days i loved you. [i haven't stopped.]