I would have thought by now. And this still happens. Young girls. Half-naked and three-quarters wasted. I can still see patterns. I can tell the turntable is on repeat. Okay, you may be too young for the turntable reference. The CD was on replay and if you’re too young for that reference I will immediately walk to to the bathroom and hit my liver in the face. But why are you are having me explain there was vinyl before mp3s? What made you listen to my bullshit? No platitudes. That means when you’re trying to be profound when you’re being condescending. Fuck. Life.
“Why are you here?”
“I want you.”
God, if I could be 25 forever. “No, you don’t want me. You want the idea of me. I like the idea of you. This has to stop.”
That happened. Most of it was in my head when she was next to me. Crimes are caused because of her beauty. I literally talk to myself like a crazy person. Why does she keep talking to me?