March 18, 2002
Somewhere, a breeze whispers lovingly from the ocean as a black Caddy gets its sixth green light in a row. Somewhere, a 12 year-old buries his old man in a straight-up game of driveway one-on-one. Somewhere, some sad, debt-ravaged dude’s girlfriend finally gets her period. Somewhere, some polluted ghetto is sweetened with a twist of BBQ and freshly cut grass. Somewhere, an indie rock gal in kneehighs and spectacles ceases the namedropping long enough to cut a rug and enjoy herself. Somewhere, an elongated inward breath fills out a previously untouched alley of the lungs. Feels so good it stings.