the past blanketed me while the present dove into my ears eyes and mouth. the regulars with their cool shoes lined up at the door waiting, making small talk. i'd only been there twice and that time was equally as frightening... but for a different reason. if only i could have photographed that momentous occasion. that time when i vomited stories about myself onto the windshield in hopes of avoiding silence replaying the oxygen in the car. audio streamed through my speakers but i wasn't exactly listening. i was more distracted by the memories of car accidents swimming from lips into my ears and paddling up my to my conscious. damn... the city looked beautiful reflected in all that rush hour traffic. horns honking, blinkers flashing, and cameras snapping shots of amusing street signs.
"it should be on the left"
sure enough.
"she sell. retail. by the CVS. Pharmacy"
i put the old record on the phonograph and let it skip around. she skipped around it. the lights galloped along; they came and went while December did the same. the lanes soon became nothing but chambers. homes for their diesel guzzling inhabitants. every once in a while, the autos could find a loose brick or two in the wall and manage to escape, but only into another home across the way. sooner than not... i was stopping in the street and saying goodnight. stopping in the street and saying goodnight. it won't happen again.
will it?
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