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My sister and I were driving home from Galveston on this, still muggy but cool, summer night. I loaded a bowl and my sister looked at me incredlously. disappointed in me.
I smoked anyway.
I was too energized by my swim in the gulf. I admired the bay to my left and we found a good radio station playing Jimmy Dean and some really cool blues rock. I leaned my head out the window and see a polluted pond of water. I saw the algae and smelled the stench of something foul. I knew mosquitos were breeding in it and as the humid air tongued my limbs I was filled with almost anger. I turned my head up to the sky and looked for the big dipper in what few stars I could see.
Wait.
Was that a shooting star?
I need to make a wish.
My heart does the talking as usual.
But no.
I bet the star never even shot, making my wishes futile.
Why do I always seem to spend my time eternally wishing?
The feel of something new.
Im almost born again as I let the wind blow all of the past from my memory, along the dark ocean shore.
Im afraid of the water, the waves.
But only a little.
I saw my sister on shore shore following me as the surf took me further down the beach.
It was so wonderful, the night was warm and I felt free.
Swimming with the tide in the wind swept water in my underwear.
I am content.
That kind fo sucked.
Sorry.