Filed under: Thoughts in Headphones
Sober walk home at 2:ten in the morning. One mile. I can’t count the amount of people I saw barely staggering past, their friends either laughing at them or rowing in the same boat. Glossy-eyed girls looking like party pictures, losing heels and not realizing it until 5 steps later. The dude playing bumper cars between the hand rails and the bus stop signs. “Dude, are you okay?”. Me thinking of how uncool it must be that I still use the word “dude”, yet waiting for a serious reply. “ThankyouIhaveacabthankyousomuch”. Which makes me feel better, and sad, and hypocritical, and over this rerun. Good friday good night.
The American Analog Set – Hard to Find
from Promise of Love, 2003
The American Analog Set – Hard to Find Lyrics
We stay hard to find, ’cause it’s too hard to take it.
And we keep that in mind that we’re older and jaded.
We can’t shake it.
Pacific to Eastern we’re bordered and hated,
So we stay hard to find ’cause it’s too hard to take it
No, we can’t fake it.