i cannot believe my luck, but it fucking happened again. after my usual tuesday night drinks to numb the fear doubt and distrust, i hopped into a cab at 2:15 with no idea where i was headed. i couldn't tell if that roller-coaster feeling my stomach was exhilaration or regret. is there even a difference? either way, something didn't feel right. into the back of the minivan, head back, eyes closed. "what the fuck am i doing?" the cab driver, this time african-by-way-of-africa, didn't have any answers. but once he hit play, i knew he understood the feeling:
"THIS IS THE RHYTHM OF THE NIGHT! MY LIFE! OH YEAH!"
fucking ear-splitting. he could have been driving me to my own funeral (and in a way, i think maybe he was) but there was no containing the absolute joy i felt. funny how a little corona did what all that dale's and jamey couldn't.
"THIS IS THE RHYTHM OF THE NIGHT! MY LIFE! OH YEAH!"
fucking ear-splitting. he could have been driving me to my own funeral (and in a way, i think maybe he was) but there was no containing the absolute joy i felt. funny how a little corona did what all that dale's and jamey couldn't.
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