When I was 22, I knew a girl named Kylie who was 19. I wanna share something with you guys. It’s the single best day I’ve ever had, one that I’ve replayed every day of my life and probably always will. This is long, I hope you enjoy it.
I live alone with my fat cat Max. He’s a good boy. A long stretch and a light growl woke me up that Sunday afternoon following a late night of playing music. I woke up hungry. That never happens. That hunger pulled me out of bed, dressed me in a hurry and sent me on my way to a little bakery up the block. I wanna take a moment to thank my stomach for taking me to that bakery, for setting me up to run into Kylie.
“As I was walking down Rubadub Square!” The beginning to a favorite tune faded away as I took out my headphones and stepped around the corner, spotting her leaned against the outside wall of the bakery. *smile*