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Mistaken for Strangers

In by Allison on November 27, 2010 at 10:22 pm

David and Jesse wanted to get high and David’s basement had a great set of speakers, so Nate came along too. Outside, icicles dripped, and a sliver of February afternoon leaked into the open basement window. Jesse rolled the joint, Nate put on The National, and the basement was drafty, same as always. No need to talk: David and Jesse passing their joint, Nate with his back against the plaid armchair, picking out chords on David’s guitar. Maybe they were friends. Afternoons like those were easy at least.

when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights…

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  1. Wow that’s so real.

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