a nightmare and a less is more story

hi and hello.

absolutely pointless to you: i had another nightmare about being unable to walk so i was dragged by a red bed sheet. i only relegated a few minutes to wonder why though. i might still be frightened of the mugging.

secondly, a week and a half ago we all climbed into the bed of sam's pickup truck around 2:30 in the a.m. slightly dizzy and happy from spinning ourselves around burt's tiki lounge, we had little reason to worry about anything. we scaled the chain link fence, crossed the pebbly roof and dropped into the concrete welfare known as the closed pool. it would have been pitch black except the gouda colored moon highlighted our skin and small ripples off in the water.

skinny dipping at three in the morning.

we took care of each other and shushed someone every now and then. and it was that bittersweet summer sickness that made everyone keep quiet when the wind blew our wet hair from the back of sam's pickup on the way home.