cold feet on marble tile, XM channel 23 (love songs), memorized stop signs on east roseville parkway, 3 stairs - 9 - stairs - 6 stairs to my room, Taqueria, limbo, angst, baths, sketchy drug deals in fast food parking lots, photo adventures, cheerleading, Puffy, Coors Light and Smirnoff, too much Coors Light and Smirnoff which in turn causes you to hug lower classmen you hate at parties thrown by people you also hate, getting drunk in garages, bad top 20 songs you know all the lyrics to, yearning, being in trouble, being heartbroken.
“He was slim and brown and expressionless in a way that let me manufacture complex thoughts for him.”
keep the spheres separate.
"It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coasters or the juke box. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known."
- Carson McCullers