justwriting
reminds me of discos, where all the girls are dancing as if their lives depended on it and the boys are going around checking out the girls. all you remember from the night are the drinks and the laughing and the fluorescent lights. it feels like bliss.
i never really understood what it was. all i knew was that the smell reeked out of the arm rest in my fathers Audi as he used to put it under his eyes to help him sleep. i was messing with it one day and spilled it all over his cream suede seat. the smell reminds me of that old car, i miss it.