Faded Afternoon

Ah, those long hot sticky days of Summertime, waking up hung over and stumbling bleary-eyed through breakfast at one PM before dragging your alcohol-bruised body outside and collapsing in a deck chair beside the overflowing ashtrays and empty pizza boxes while the neighbors’ air conditioner hums and cats prowl through the backyard grass... and your buddy hands you a can of sorta-cold beer still dripping with melted cooler ice from the night before and someone else lights a cigarette and everyone stares straight ahead at nothing, totally dazed, eyes squinting in the afternoon sun... yeah.

Faded Afternoon