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Trying a new format for self-expression this week: Haiku + Mini-Essay.
Let me know what you think?
Mini-Essay #2
Some songs remind me of being nineteen and going to my very first bars, those sweltering college dives where *everything* - the beers, the people, the cinder block walls - seemed to sweat, and where everyone smelled like sangria and Acqua Di Giò, where you could spend the whole night smoking cheap Carolina cigarettes on the patio or you could surrender your body to the pulsing, bumping dance floor - where neon signs (busted, flickering) blinked like indecipherable morse code through the fog-machine haze, while my roommate (also the resident Thursday night DJ) spun electronic love songs from his plywood booth, and where every direction you looked, couples french-kissed between sips of their $2 drinks - their skinny neon green and orange wristbands catching the ancient blacklight flooding down psychedelic purple over everything. It was the worst place, the best place, the *only* place we could've been that uninhibited, that lovely, that messy, that lovestoned, that smoking, that nineteen.
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That plywood booth just took me back 10 years.