The old days. The group BBQ's. Drunken Beach Volleyball. Midnight swims. The Orlando holidays because we worked so much we didn't have time to go home to visit our real families. We had a fake family. Pot Luck Thanksgivings and Christmas Eve's. It was simple; everything was manageable, incomplex, and almost easy.I swear August 23rd is hexed. Something about this day doesn't settle well in my stomach. I'm congested, I have a sore throat, and oh did I mention I lost my job within a half hour of waking up today? Fuck you Fay. You couldn't have come at a worse time.
I want to see this tonight at the Enzian.
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