No.31
I get inspired to make them every once in a while. I'll post some I've written over the past few years, feel free to post yours.
No.32
April 30th, 2013
I left the house at 10pm.
We met up at the convenience store near the town center, which the hurricane had lightly damaged. The power lines had fallen in a few places, and we avoided the puddles beneath them, and the air was cool and wet, luckily we both wore a jacket.
A few lights were on from the generators, and the water made everything reflect nicely, the slight breeze making everything cooler. We only saw one or two pickup trucks go by. We left our bikes in the ally we met in. We talked about stupid shit and smoked Reds and walked through the alleys and streets and found things of little value, not caring, dropping cigarette butts, getting lightheaded and louder, all specific to us now, the feelings being shared, but what's being discussed all so specific and shared, two people with, for lack of a better term, kindred souls, sharing cloudy and strong feelings, creating a fall back memory for the future, only being vaguely aware of it at that time.