Monday, March 8, 2010

The fruition of imparadised content



We drove east through the Everglades playing the same album through four times and stopping at McDonald's once, for shakes. You always got vanilla, and when you ordered mine, you would always say "chocolate" in a New York accent. When we got to my house, you helped me bring my suitcase inside and then drove back to the other coast, probably playing the same album through four more times.

1 comments:

Nausicaa said...

see: Adam Unparadized.