twenty-five july
eight : oh-nine a.m.

sitting in the passenger seat with this one driving, five and a half hours, stopping to buy coffee and cigarettes. six hours in two bars two days later, and it's been such back luck for him and such an easy life for me but we understand each other so much and i never want this to end.

"you know i used to worry about you before i knew you, right? i mean..i still worry, but.."

"did i ever keep you up at night?"

"it's possible."

"same to you." he picked up his blue moon, we toasted to that. he has me dreaming of maine.