There's a little road that connects my hometown with the rest of the world - and I went over many times in car with Adam. Often I saw desolate villages and streets of towns so empty that it seemed unnatural. One time, we were on our way to a party and I noticed the glow of the road outside my window. An old acquaintance of ours was at this party, forcing himself onto girls and boys, trying to start a tally. We tried to get away, and I slobbered words to various girls, probably didn't make any sense. I'd forgotten everything to say. I found brief solace in a group of smokers, then back we go on the road and have bohemian conversations and jam jazz, as we always seem to end up doing. This all after dropping off Alex and his drunk girlfriend - back when I loved the charisma that alcohol brought out in all I knew. Early morning - we drive back home and to bed. I say goodbye. Too much to worry about - I should learn not to overthink.
about 2011/12.... maybe prose isn't for me either
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