i smell Long Island!

i was minding my own business yesterday, warming up delicious nutritious gourds in an attempt to ground myself after a vision (like you do). my half-roommate came in the kitchen and i smelled Northport summer of 1997.

i was in love and not yet leaving a beautiful student of opera whose parents lived in a house overlooking the bay. we spent days going into the city and nights necking on the LIRR and the in-betweens ogling Gunther's. i played her brother's drums in the basement and her mother used magicks to make the headaches go away.

i smelled all these things in an instant, but when i took another whiff it was gone. my half-roommate had made a peanut butter sandwich, the aromas had mingled and shattered, the redolence was ruined.