Oct 07, 2011 00:32
I took a different route home tonight and passed this bar with garish lights in its windows.
The last time I passed this window was sometime last spring. It was still cold, and it was late at night. You were telling me a story from your study abroad days, the one where you got so stoned in a forest that you shit yourself. I was clomping around in boots, and you were wearing a leather jacket. I'll bet you thought you looked so cool. I just remember walking behind you and staring at your jacket as you chuckled at yourself. A bus passed and I didn't know where it was going, but I wished I had boarded it.
Truth be told, I feel that way about way too many things right now.
what is wrong with me,
future,
bu