Don and Roger
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Rough draft of “Pike Street”
You said she messaged you at 1?
Yeah 1 am, I was asleep
Dude she totally wants it
Wants to get back together man! If she is thinking about you that late she wants you back
I don’t think that’s exactly it, I mean when we were together I’d be up that late, cause I had a reason. I was asleep by 1 last night but she was awake, she was awake and I wasn’t, that’s it
I don’t know bro, I don’t think you are reading into it enough
No I am because I know the fucking chick, she is very affirmative with her decisions. If she wanted to get back together then she wouldn’t have ended things in the first place, and if she wanted to see me or some shit then she’d say so. She doesn’t talk in code man
No women do though man, I swear us guys never really know what they’re saying. What’d she hit you up about anyway?
She told me about some new movie premiere you can see a day early in the U-district. Ever heard of Wes Anderson?
Well he’s my favorite director which she knows, we watched some of his movies together, and he’s coming out with this new movie called “The Grand Budapest Hotel” and she sent me this link that I can see it for free tonight if I sign up, but its already full probably and I work tonight, plus I have plans for seeing it on Friday with some friends, I’m not too concerned over 10 bucks you know
Yeah yeah no that makes sense but I’m telling you man she wants to meet up, she wants to see you there
Well she won’t and I just responded with a “oh I have work, cant make it, thanks though” kind of thing. I didn’t want to do the whole forced “oh how have you been, that sorta shit”
As we rounded the corner on Pike and 5th the rain was misting onto the street and the clouds were weak and the sun was trying to take advantage of that and cut through them, then the clouds did give way and the sun shot down onto the intersection of pike and 3rd. The streets were covered in water from the raining the night before and the sun bounced off of it and hit our eyes. I squinted, he squinted and even though we celebrate the sun and the light and holiness and light it still pained our eyes
Oh no I understand that man there is nothing worse than an awkward forced conversation
Yeah and I’m not going to be the one who brings that up it seems forced on my part, like oh I want to talk to you oh I miss you that kinda shit
Dude its way harder for her cause it seems more hungry on her part, she was the one who ended things
No fucking way man its humiliating on my part, I need to get back together with you oh my god how are you, fuck that man
I dono I think its harder on the dumper than the dumpee if that makes sense
The light pained my eyes but I kept looking into the light to see something else but all I saw was a floating image of the light in a purple and pink shade when I eventually looked away. I pictured scenarios in my head with her with other girls and the mental scenarios are always perfect, the light is always shining its never too bright, there are laughs there are perfect images in theory, in actuality it never works that way its never perfect its never sunny its just bright and you want to look into the brightness but is always too bright because its bouncing off the of the street, and the street is wet and reflective and it pains your eyes.
Maybe we are used to the dark because the dark is more accessible. There aren’t as many shades of dark and it never pains our eyes its just dark and that’s the way it is
Light is unpredictable and different and we wear glasses for the light because it can be bright and different but its always alright in our minds
And as me and my friend walked to the bus we kept squinting painfully but perhaps the face of agony is truth, and its real and honest it’s the unvarnished truth
I tried to look past the light
But I didn’t look past her message
Things are what they are and things are what they aren’t. We look past things and we look right into things. The sun cutting the clouds into pieces and bouncing off the ground into our eyes and we love the sun but we hate the brightness we look past things and maybe just maybe we don’t look at things for long enough to completely soak in the message or the object or the exquisite consciousness of the surroundings
Of the ecstatic anatomy
Or the imaginable romance that’s seems simple and beautiful in our minds but in actuality and in reality its like a fucking battle field inside some hipster coffee shop that she picked out cause she thinks she’s something else than we are
But no it’s the shift in the wind when you round a corner in the concrete jungle and its feels like you just walked into a frozen hell a demonic figure is laughing and breathing in and out onto pike and whatever
And then we are just beings of solitude because in solitude everyone agrees because nobody argues with themselves and then the infinite ectasy falls from the sky and we call it light but in reality its just brightness and it feels good in our minds, and right in our minds,
and we think this is the new Eden, and we are roaming in Eden with everything and everyone and her and me and the messages are conceived and consumed and everything you read is right and honest because there isn’t anything else on the shelves they are empty but the light isn’t because the light is exciting and its not consistent like the dark
And we love the light on Tuesday and she dumps us on a Thursday and we hate the bitch because it feels like the shortest day of the year when the light fades away
Woody with Stallone in Bananas
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