Driving at night to a far-off location without a name, listening to dinosaur jr turned up loud enough to be heard over the whistle of the window cracked for the smoke to escape. Someone is asleep half curled up uncomfortably in the passenger seat and I reach over to touch their leg, glancing in the rear-view mirror. I don't know how many hours, how many...
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i hate the smell of painted walls but what do murals smell like fresh?