AN ATTEMPTED TRANSCRIPTION OF AN EVENING
League night.
No lanes.
Something must be done.
"Let's sit in the parking lot."
I had seen so many do it before,
I figured that
there must be some excitement in it.
After an old man with cane
came headlights,
right in our eyes.
He commented/asked
"I don't think that was a
very nice thing to do that,
was it?"
It wasn't. They were bright.
There were also drunk men
hooting. "Whoo!"
We left then, for ice cream.
We were with Pete,
and Mike was working,
so all was free.
They were out of bubble gum.
After we finished,
we went to see if the fish store
might still be open.
It wasn't, but we met someone
more interesting than fish,
despite a complete lack of gills.
Commented on Sarah's glasses;
he liked them.
He offered ice cream,
but I explained that we already got it free.
He said "Quadruple redundancy,
offering what's already been had."
I excused him, citing that
Pete does not look like an ice cream salesman.
He agreed and added
"Would you want to go through life
looking like a soda jerk?"
No. Steve McQueen.
"Pizza delivery man."
I dropped Pete off
and took Sarah home.
I had trouble letting go,
but I did, and came home,
and thought about the motorcycles.