Monday night on the floor.
Either my guitar or Monday Night Football. I hate Monday Night Football.
I'm still feeling strange.
Monday nights are so boring.
I love my headphones. Don't make fun of them.
Either my guitar or Monday Night Football. I hate Monday Night Football.
I'm still feeling strange.
Monday nights are so boring.
I love my headphones. Don't make fun of them.
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we'll get in the car. on a cold morning. cold like we wont turn the heat on in the car and have scarves on. and drive. doesnt matter if you drive or i do. preferably me, so that i can smoke. go for about an hour and a half or so. into the woods. and walk. still not talking to each other. in fact, the only words we'll have said were hellos when you get into the car. and "ready?" as we pull away.
so we walk. and we wish that we had brought another pair of socks. the ground is wet and a little is getting in because our shoes arent water proof.
then theres the boat. so we look around and make sure that no one is there. break the chain and pull the boat from the dock and drag it to the shore and wade it into the water.
we hold either side of it and push... until we are about to step into the water, but just in time, we jump into the boat.
you're just a little bit stronger than me, so you row while i shift our backpacks around to balance out the weight in the boat.
once we get to the middle of the lake (its not that big, but big enough for a decent fishing spot), you say to me "here?" i double check your position. i say "yeah. its good." and we throw the oars from the boat.
we stare at them. floating too far for us to reach them by hand. we look at each other.
now what?