Saturday, July 15, 2006
We took a walk to his old high school. I don’t know what we were doing. I don’t know if it was for old time’s sake or because there was something left—some unsaid word or phrase needed for closure. It was more than the two blocks we’d thought it to be. He said they were putting a new surface on the field. I didn’t care much but it was nice to talk with him a while. He is crazy. We both walked back towards my car, talking about The Mars Volta and last night’s White Stripes concert. I hadn’t gone. He said the woman in front of him flashed Jack and Jack was so high he just stopped playing. We crossed the street where two hours earlier there were cars, people, a freckle contest. We’d both cheered the winner. We crossed the tracks where logging trains used to run. Now all they hold are rusted hulks waiting for restoration money. I said my car was to the right, an’ he followed me. The house across the street was his old friend from high school’s. I said I should get home and keep packing. He said he’d call up a friend to hang out. He wasn’t quite done yet. He wanted to make the drive all the way out there worth it. I got into my car. He walked across the street. I saw him dial his cell phone as he stood on the front porch. I drove away.
Posted by Anonymous the Younger at 7/15/2006 12:40:00 PM