Jul 18, 2005 08:53
still haven't slept.
still wearing the same clothes i wore at the bar 6 hours ago in the city where we can breathe.
doing it all again; round three.
i always feel strange at the end of a roadtrip; what words can signify the chaotic, tumultuous, brilliant moments, toasts and photo-op's.
the peel, the pitchers, the bar brawls, the boys in the band and the love song for her, the brass, suspended licenses, the beach, dior hypnotic, disclaimers and forever embarrassment, the fish, not being arrested, honest words in bathroom stalls, sign language, sharing shoes, jilted goodbyes, past the mission, effective eye contact, broken necklace, strangers with country roots, sublime, french boys and swimming pools, our version of naps, the same song over and over again, wildberry and weed in the rain.
"we won't have to drive too far, just 'cross the border and into the city
you and I can both get jobs
and finally see what it means to be living"