it felt good to shower and get dressed at midnight with the intention of leaving my house.
i needed a a late night walk. i wanted to be around people, but i had no one to call. all my friends are asleep, or gone, or pregnant.
so i drove to park st. because my mom insisted that i drive somewhere rather than walk as i said goodbye. (but i'm a grown up)
i walked around the neighborhood a few times. returned some things to the library, watched the bros leave bars in packs, women with skinny ankles about to tip over in too high heels.
i thought about stopping in for a drink somewhere, but i only had $7 in cash with me, and didn't want to order something too expensive.
i passed lost weekend, cemetry gates was playing. i like that song so i walked slow.
witnessed a brawl in front of scobie's, and the dispersion of people when the cops came. that place always feels like a fight waiting to happen. in the aftermath, a guy limping across the street in his shorts and slip-on plimsolls.
10 to 2, everything was closing so i sat in my car.
then i drove to the base, past the memories, recent and old. i parked near the dog park, an empty lot tonight. across the estuary, barges stacked high with shipping containers. listening to the dj play some michael jackson on kalx.
the end
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