I'm looking at a belt I bought on a pair of shorts in
China Town, and in the end I don't think I really wanted them, but
the woman was so sweet. And when I was trying them on she told my mom,
"You have two older boys? Boy, boy, girl. That's good luck!"
and I always think about that &
I'm remembering that now. And I'm just thinking
I probably would have paid her 12 bucks to feel like we were lucky
and worry a little less. This happens a lot.
One night me & lexi were staying out really late,
doing what? I don't remember but we had some of the greatest conversations, walking home, sitting on the steps of the whiskey bar, sneaking into school to talk out of windows, and I was sure that it would be more fun if I was half sitting in mine, her talking to my dangling legs-- but it wasn't and then my pelvis hurt.
The bartender called us a cab and hated us for drinking lavender tea and we sat, now on the steps talking about everything, took the cab to our houses, but it was a lot more than a ride, because we talked about about life and work and fear and family and even death. We got life lessons from that cab driver, sometimes you do.