7.14.2002

i wanted it to be you. despite the rainstorm of beer from the second floor and the ogre in front of me, the shins played a good show. today was colored in blue and sad like the hanging clouds in the horizon until little c took me for cheetos and apple juice and yogurt covered pretzels on the rock at zilker park. windy and rustling trees. it was hot indoors and bodies in close proxemics but smiles grew the longer they played. and it was summer in the building.
it makes me sad and magnifies the things that are missing right now. but as cliche as it sounds, i'm free.