Pink Floyd

There’s someone in this line wearing a band tee. I remember how we mostly hated those. You think they can name more than one Pink Floyd song? I don’t Think so either but I’m not going to ask. Though now it’s all I can think about. Was that summer two summers ago mostly us just hating the same things? I hope not but now I’m unsure. Time can do that, Shift what I thought I knew was certain. These are the memories I can think of tonight. The ones that rise to the surface with the most ease.

The lighter bits feel heavier, I didn’t know it could work like this but here we are. Me sipping on my $13 can of wine wishing there was more to be had. An upgrade from the Tecate that came before. Defined mostly by its premature fall to warm and flat. Warm and flat. The only two things a beer is hoping not to be. The first few sips felt nice though. Cold but spicy. Still I never make it more than a third of the way through before I lose my taste for it. The beer loses its taste for me too I think. Reminds me of when there’s more at stake than the fizz of a cold beverage. I put my lips up to the aluminum to finish what’s there, I don’t mention it.