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during the hurricane, after many budweiser's, eric and i ran out to my car because we wanted to hear sigur ros' first album. i sang the entire thing in a language i don't know. we didn't have power for days, or a generator, and we used to steal out to someone's dock in my neighborhood and watch the traffic pass over the bridge across the way. there are still indentions in the vanilla candle from the bottle caps.
every recent memory of mine that is wonderful somehow involves drinking. i am tired. i miss who i was. i am not this adult.
this much i will say...i remember what mattered then. and i don't remember much of this past year because nothing of consequence happened. i am going to change that now.
every recent memory of mine that is wonderful somehow involves drinking. i am tired. i miss who i was. i am not this adult.
this much i will say...i remember what mattered then. and i don't remember much of this past year because nothing of consequence happened. i am going to change that now.