2011-06-13

3:04 p.m.

The night didn’t know what it wanted, almost summer languid but with that thread of winter creeping through like milk through coffee.  Confusing.  Because you don’t know what to wear.  But I never go wrong with my black leather jacket.  I traded Roger for it last spring, giving him this old yellow and brown lumberjack thing which I got at Value Village for like ten bucks and which was totally grunge and awesome, and I hated to give that up but the leather jacket was too much to pass up, cheap and thin but feeling just right when I put it on, like I’m ready for shit, like I’m putting on custom-fit armour.  It was a weird, spontaneous moment, us trading jackets, we were leaving from Ben’s place one night after a typical night of drunken jamming and Roger just grabbed my jacket and put it on, and I was like hey what the fuck and took his jacket and put it on, and that was that and I think both of us came out thinking we each got the better half of the deal, and now I wear his old jacket all the time and he wears mine, which may confuse some people, but whatever.