A married woman tried to take me home last night. I let it play out for a while. She was cute and bubbly. She didn't reek of the peculiar desparation that the unhappily married have swirling about them. She wouldn't tell me if she was in an open relationship. She just smiled when asked.
She wins points for that. However, in the end, she was the loser. I drove away as she was putting kisses on my windows.
I can't wait to see the stars. I've been living in the City for so long that I can't remeber the last time I saw the ghostly band of the Milky Way. Maybe when I move back, I'll live on the coast for a month. Me, a bed, a desk, a typewriter, the wind, the waves and the night sky, we'll be secret partners. A month long vow of silence will be taken. Slippers and coffee and frequent masturbation(in silence) will be a part of the routine. Of course, there will be music. Can you sing if you have taken a vow of silence? You can in my church.
(Paranthetically,I plan on writing a song on the way home. It'll be a capella and it will incorporate a version of the license plate game into the lyrics. It'll be metatextual and hopped up on all that rad Montana meth.)
Will you be my roadside attraction? Will you miss my ramblings? Will you meet me at the end of my journey? Will you help me mark the passage of days? Will you still be the same when I return? Will you let me star in your dreams? Will you light a candle for me? Will you think sappy thoughts and share them? Will you tell me jokes?
"...he thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees the ghosts.."
