Raquel and I fell asleep last night to thunder and lightning. I would write about it but everybody already knows what it's like to lie in the dark and watch the room become suddenly illuminated, then to wait for the thunder. All the suspenseful movies become an amalgam of the present darkness. I loved it, couldn't stop myself from masturbating, didn't even try. I'm not sure how Raquel felt other than annoyed with me. We were there together, but who knows where anybody else ever is or was and will be. Life is a stupidly temporary mystery.
The boy was spending the night at his friend's house. He probably left the very nice and expensive mountain bike that he borrowed from me out in the rain, unlocked and visible from the road. Kids, etc. For him life is probably equal parts adventure and mystery. He is starting to live his life without us, soon departing on his chariot of fire.
The boy being here less doesn't seem to have changed very much between Raquel and I. It must be our age, my mind keeps haranguing me.
Oh, palomino - oh, thunderclap.
Oh! Sweet nuthin'...
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