"Like a flower, won’t you bloom here with me?"
"I remember the first time it happened. It was like 4 years ago, in the beginning of the summer. We were out that night, remember? We went to see the Allah-Las, they were playing in a house downtown. Well, not a house per se, it was more like a patio or something. Everyone was smoking weed; we arrived pretty stoned already. Anyway, the second band of the night was in the middle of their set and I was in line for the bathroom. The line was going pretty slow and I was trying to keep myself focused, I was kind of fucked up already. I looked at the sky, it was dark and clean, we had a crescent moon and some stars; we could still see the stars back then, more than we can now at least. And then I looked at the girl who was in front of me on the line. Now I can't remember her, I can't tell the color of her eyes or her hair, but in that moment, that specific moment of bliss, she was perfect. She had the perfect smile and presence and smell; she smelled like flowers, or maybe...