Stumbled out of a room where I felt out of place and a little sad into staticky nighttime. Walked to the CRV, the only place I sing these days, and meet my friends in a new parking lot a capable golfer’s 3 wood away. Looked for Noah’s car, saw Megan’s, parked poorly, didn’t fix, and joined them in the backseat.
I dig the Kerouac vibe here, brother!