i feel it all
the other night we parked in dan’s driveway and ate mcdonalds in the car, I couldn’t tell if the moonroof was open or not because at 2:56am the upholstery in that acura that’s seen almost as many years as i have matches the color of silver lake sky and that color is called beautiful. all the houses on that street have giant lawns, the kind that garden party dreams are made of, real gatsby shit. if i had a lawn every summer I’d go to big 5 and buy a different water apparatus, a slip n slide here, above ground pool there.
whatever it was I felt that night I didn’t want to go away. I wanted to bottle it and take it home, take it to work and everywhere else that kills me. come the new year I can refer to at least one moment when I was happy in 2009. when we ate chicken mcnuggets in the car.
