I think the happiest I feel is when I'm walking home from being out all night. I may have stolen a drink, a Bacon and Egg McMuffin, perhaps even a kiss; the best nights have all three. But I don't know why it's this moment, not the night itself.
The sun is up.
People are doing their morning walk before they go to their job that they probably love; before their kids wake up; after kissing their wives or husbands and wishing them a good day.
And then I walk past on my own, red-eyed and smiling; my leather jacket awkwardly askew; my hair a mess: still perhaps a little damp from the hot bar that hosted my belting-out of power ballads. And in that moment, I am the happiest I ever am. All of the pieces no longer seem problematically scattered. Just scattered because they are scattered. Nothing matters but everything is important.
- "Let Her Cry" by Hootie & The Blowfish
- Sunrise.
- Juggs and our controversial conversations.
Morning, Ethan..
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