Physical Memory

Consider a girl, randomly met, who believes and argues that the definition of making out involves taking off your shirt. Consider the guy in the tent who brought Laurention crayons. Consider my cousin's unsaid pickup line ("have you ever been fucked by a Floyd" - and no his name is not Floyd). Consider the fact that never before have I made a girl on the dance floor squeal with such delight. Consider the sport of sandal golf. Consider that the immense desire to listen to Smokey Robinson's Tracks of my Tears would have such dire consequences at the end. Consider. Just another classic Friday.