40spfsummerday

"i bet you could use a cool one, huh?"

"now you're talking."

"you got pacman?"
"no"
"you got space invaders?"
"no"

i don't think i belong in clean, well-lit places. i don't feel at home eating expensive, healthy food, and looking down on cigarette smokers. i felt better playing pool and drinking gin. singing songs even though i couldn't remember the words. it felt right to me squinting in the lights that transformed our backyard into an art gallery. i don't talk like these people. i think i used to and i think i remember to pretend most of the time. but for now i'll just be satisfied knowing that it's only a short amount of time until i can be home again.

"after all these years, you're looking so good!"