"a mix CD is like making out in the parking lot"

last night i returned to the scene of the (near)crime, on the (pre)precipice of perpetrating the next.

it was not authentic; it was Situationist nostalgia.

i sat on the beach just north of Sunrise and watched the jets preparing to land on a moonless night. the whole sky was shifting overhead and i drove to the market visited on the day (12 September 2007) in question.

experiments were run regarding the conversational efficacy of Ohio-based wardrobe. the results were positive - albeit contrived - and so i walked to my car, remembering the days when the memory was newly stained.