American Apparel shorts, vintage boat neck tee and bracelet
It’s my last Spring Break. I’m spending it with people who make me happy and the things that can be bought at corner stores. Forgot what we wanted to be when we grew up, so we didn’t. Days pass like morning through mini-blinds and night finds us shuffling to some new tune. Worries muted like the pastel tiles in the bathrooms of our dirty mid-century homes.
There was style and there was substance. Both were a little illicit.