I Know, I KnowI know that five years ago I was a confused college student, that ten years ago my mind was clouded by hormones, that fifteen years ago I genuinely loved Nintendo, that twenty years ago I thought kindygarden was funn, and that twenty five years ago I was floating in this warm, comfortable, dark place.
“Ray,” she said again.
“Do ya know?”
She makes a dog noise, throws her hands up in the air, and I think she actually just touched the ceiling. That was pretty cool. I can’t help but smile, feeling the silly putty in my cheeks. I realize she is leaving just as the door slams shut. The echo lasts a lot longer than it should. Cool.
I have to shake things off, to sober up. I have to deliver the–
Aw, shit. I already took it. So, what do I need to do? Oh yeah. Nothing.
That makes me smile, knowing that I don&