Jul 02, 2005 20:48
Not That Different
When Toby thinks about childhood summers,
he remembers trips to the Hamptons; private tennis lessons; red lobster at the country club; trying to
ogle pretty girls in bikinis without getting caught; sneaking sips from his
father’s liquor cabinet at the beach house...
When Chris thinks about childhood summers,
he remembers sunning himself on the roof of his apartment building; seeing
movies without a ticket; eating hot dogs from street vendors; kissing pretty girls on couches in friends’ basements;
sneaking looks at the other boys in the locker room at the Y…
But now summers are just days on a calendar
- gray walls, recycled air, no hint of sun - same as every other fucking day.
For both of them.
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