(photo via) It all started when we’d make plans to meet under the Skyway Bridge in the middle of the night and play Frisbee, and eat ice cream from vending machines and wait for the sun to rise over the Gulf of Mexico. Eventually my birthday rolled around and I was 24. We went to this shitty bar in downtown and I drank free red label all night. She took me back to her apartment and I got a taste of what I had been missing. I don’t know how, but the bed actually moved six feet over the course of that night. Later in the morning we took her car to get an oil change and on the street somewhere, we almost got car-jacked, no joke. We sped away down those suburban streets, so fast, them chasing us, her driving, like fucking Danica Patrick. It was epic. I actually never really spoke to her much after that, my birthday. In hindsight, I don’t really remember all that much but I know that the following night I tried to hit on my friend’s girlfriend at this piano bar, (where you could get a bucket of Long Island Ice Tea for 15 bucks), and the next morning I heard Lucero for the first time. Which sort of made the whole weekend worthwhile.

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It all started when we’d make plans to meet under the Skyway Bridge in the middle of the night and play Frisbee, and eat ice cream from vending machines and wait for the sun to rise over the Gulf of Mexico. Eventually my birthday rolled around and I was 24. We went to this shitty bar in downtown and I drank free red label all night. She took me back to her apartment and I got a taste of what I had been missing. I don’t know how, but the bed actually moved six feet over the course of that night. Later in the morning we took her car to get an oil change and on the street somewhere, we almost got car-jacked, no joke. We sped away down those suburban streets, so fast, them chasing us, her driving, like fucking Danica Patrick. It was epic. I actually never really spoke to her much after that, my birthday.

In hindsight, I don’t really remember all that much but I know that the following night I tried to hit on my friend’s girlfriend at this piano bar, (where you could get a bucket of Long Island Ice Tea for 15 bucks), and the next morning I heard Lucero for the first time. Which sort of made the whole weekend worthwhile.

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