Dura

Ya dura

because i want to cry, and i dont know why. i dont have any money, which stresses me out immensely. mostly i want to cry because i want to cry.

i was happy. 2 weeks ago. the day after my friend got here. that saturday. we slept late, woke up, laid around, smoked, talked, got dressed, did our nails, drank some wine, listened to my record, and to Transference... she talked about her school... i talked about my music... c booked a great show... i got all these crazy amazing comments from fans, and she was here, and we were dancing, and she laid back on my bed, and she said, I feel happy now. I don't think I've felt happy, in years.

And I was dancing to Transference and I said, I do too...

And she said, You do?

And I said, Yeah, I do. It's surreal.

And then we went into the night, dressed up, traipsing down the alleys to her rented convertible, and the moon was full. We realized we were broker than we've ever been, but we were like a million bucks... we blasted the music... we looked at each other... she said, Remember this moment. Remember this is what it's about. Walking to my retarded little car.

And we drove to the restaurant. And the streets were glowing.