Sep 14, 2009 14:58
[the scene.]
saturday night. midnight.
myself, lying in bed, reading a book for sociology/finishing up a poetic analysis.
mike, sean and brandon playing rummy on top of a TV antennae box while watching public access television.
important thematic elements: each had a glass of wine, or two; michael jackson playing softly in the background.
brandon glances around the room, over top of the cards fanned out in his hand and states: "we're old."
[sidenote: i fell asleep an hour after this statement. it was one o'clock in the morning.]
damn.
old.
& POOR.