Friday, December 21, 2012
we drank only a little bit not enough to be drunk and we let two of the guys smoke as much marijuana as they wanted. we all stared into the sky and talked until we brought up every amazing memory about when we were as young and meaningless as we were today. the moon was still far away. the stars were still out there and dead and being born and dying and ignoring us. our voices were separating our laughter. nothing was wrong. the van was running. the speakers were loud enough to be blankets. we knew the songs and it was enough. we had no names. the world didn't end that night or ever again.