It’s strange when someone you’ve only met once or twice gives you a hug goodbye when you reach out to shake their hand. It’s even stranger when her boyfriend is a friend of a friend and you’re not sure if you two are friends or not and then he gives you a hug afterwards.
So as I’m coming home a few minutes ago, I took a side street and was going to turn (no one is around and as I turn, this guy (who’s a cop) and his wife along with their two sons, who are young and shirtless are in the middle of the street playing frisbee. The guy proceeds to stand in the middle of the road and wait for me to pull up and then tell me that I need to put my blinker on.
I just told him okay and drove down the street to my house.
First of all, at 1 oclock in the morning, why would I need to put my blinker on? Second of all, why the fuck did you think that the middle of the street was a good place to play frisbee?
So I totally forgot I had already told a good friend of mine that I would go to his place on Saturday (the same day as the Polish festival that the young woman from my text posts yesterday invited me to) to hang out and then last night we made plans to go see another buddy at his work to get some donuts.
It’s about us breaking up as a couple and also about changing weather. You know, it’s multiple levels of meaning — weather being a metaphor for my emotions. That’s kind of what all of my songs were about then and, arguably, they still are.