“You should be so lucky…to be immortalized like that!”
Friends make their way together in the night. They start in one place and end at another. Drinking a gimlet in the April night air. Two fat birds perch on a telephone wire. Everyone talks about their day jobs, how we all know so-and-so, where we would hide dead bodies- if it ever came to that- just asking.
The depression is thickening. Days are busy, busy. Pad Thai and NyQuil for dinner. Watched Neon Demon, felt a little better, then remembered the dream I had the other night.
He sang the whole way home.