Now when I think of people from the distant past, my first inclination is to look them up on Facebook. Upon searching their names, old faces are replaced with douchebags from Astoria, cockily holding Airsofts with I-don't-care-about-high-school-because-my-dad's-confidently-invested-in-hedgefunds, shit-eating, goddamn grins on their manicured faces.
In that sentence, back there where I typed "invested"? I, at-first, accidentally, typed "infested."
Today on a bike ride, the clouds doubled the size of the hills where Lake Berryessa lay, and I realized that California allows you to predict the future. The clouds pile. Soon it will be summer in Siam. And tomorrow is rain. Tomorrow is rain. Tomorrow is rain.
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This fills in the place where my legs used to be
ReplyDeleteI will keep this with me, babe. I'll keep it with my own
ReplyDeleteIts just another bloody, rainy day
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