Listen to The Kooks.

2 jugs of Carlo Rossi, 2 Coral plastic wine glassed purchased from the Christmas tree shop, 1 purse left in the plastic chair in the park. One rusted projector engulfed in bonfire flame. One clumsy trip on the projector. One resulting fall into the fire. 2 hands retrieving me out of the fire. 5 friends singing S.O.S by Rihanna around a bon fire to the tune of my motorola RAZR phone's speaker. Multiple inmate's wails and insults creeping through their barbed wire cage. 1 drunken boy's voice responding. 4 friends insisting on restraint. 5 close friends.



One summer night at the park in 06.



One friend takes orders, one makes reservations, two fold boxes, I take tests.

And we haven't spoken in months.

I'm going to miss this view come June 1st.