it's surreal. more dreamlike maybe ... or was it an imagination?
it was a beer day, that should have been the first indication. when is it ever a beer day? there was cleaning involved.
and leaving; we were lined up as we jumped out one by one from the plane as it flew us to our separate destinations. in all, a day of consummation.
it was the jackhammer that woke me up this morning. a real one, clearing out the pool we had swam in the night before. and shared our carefree passions for life and warm afternoons into evenings. the pounding woke me from the haze and seeing the clear newness of the day, returned the redbox. and the blockbusters we forgot to return before.
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