I heard it and I remembered what it was like.
The last time I heard that song was a while ago, when I was a different me.
But then,
Now where am I?
I'm sitting in In-N-Out.
Corner bar stool, 12:45 in the morning on a Thursday.
Today took me from a lovely breakfast on Main Street,
sweat-shop labor for eight hours,
Scopa with some movie guy,
then a spliff on the beachfront and homework,
and stories and talk,
and now In-N-Out.
It's some life, man.
