Movies have been made, phrases have been penned but I am still unimpressed.
Coffee tastes like an half-smoked cigarette that you relight after you decide your not ready to "cut back."
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
8 Vinyl Records
The last couple of Friday nights my friend has talked me into moving my hermit ass to the patio.
We drag out the turntable, a stack of records, comfy chairs and a cooler full of beer. Within a matter of seconds the patio is turned into a mix between grandmas living room and a dive bar. As we chain smoke, we ponder the most important questions of life. "If you were to kill yourself, how would you do it?" and "Based on musical value, who is better, Simon and Garfunkel or The Beatles?".
We choose our favorite record from my small collection, slide out the heavy disk and set the needle to #1. And while we listen our minds drift off. Nothing matters, time stops and I am happy.
We drag out the turntable, a stack of records, comfy chairs and a cooler full of beer. Within a matter of seconds the patio is turned into a mix between grandmas living room and a dive bar. As we chain smoke, we ponder the most important questions of life. "If you were to kill yourself, how would you do it?" and "Based on musical value, who is better, Simon and Garfunkel or The Beatles?".
We choose our favorite record from my small collection, slide out the heavy disk and set the needle to #1. And while we listen our minds drift off. Nothing matters, time stops and I am happy.
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