Sublime

The waitresses all wore little black elastic tops and tight black pants, and they were all blond and not easily tricked. The busboys were what gay men currently referred to as “twinkies,” which meant they were cute enough to eat.

endless late-night trips to Wawa for shitty coffee and sandwiches.

There’s this bar in the city that Luka and I like to go to. The beer is cheap, the floors are sticky, and when I kick the jukebox in the bottom right corner, it’ll play Ella Fitzgerald thirteen times in a row exactly. It’s perfect.

Look, can I come inside? People are staring.” One person is staring. Gus is standing in the open door of the fire station two blocks down, eating a bear claw and watching our entire interaction. He waves happily when I glance over at him. I wave back. This town, I swear to god.