i've heard there's joy untold.
the summer between 10th and 11th grade, Tania's dad took Tania and me to their house in Mendocino. We sat on the roof and listened to Simon and Garfunkel and tried to drink some of her dad's vodka that we'd siphoned off but we couldn't handle it so the next night we stole a bottle of wine and drank as much of it as we could and i'm not sure drinking will ever be that much fun again. feeling nostalgic for a time before college/exes/flat light/boredom/complicated things i listen to Simon and Garfunkel and try to recover my former idealism.
I had approximately 10 seconds of Bob Dylan-inspired move-on-down-the-road empowerment. but like i said, 10 seconds.
I had approximately 10 seconds of Bob Dylan-inspired move-on-down-the-road empowerment. but like i said, 10 seconds.