And then it happened.
Today I had one of those brief moments of denial. The kind where a certain song comes on and you close your eyes and if you concentrate hard enough you can convince yourself that you’re really still in tenth grade on the bus coming home from school and you’ve just made up the next three years of your life. And you can imagine those surroundings so perfectly, the cheap windows and the fake plasticy brown leather seats and the way you move the way the bus wants you to and not the way you’ve sat yourself in the seat that you think when you open your eyes you’ll actually be back there, be back in tenth grade and you’ll be able to close your eyes and dream up a whole new three years, where you make different choices and become a different person. And then you open your eyes and you’re really just in Ali’s jeep, driving back to an apartment that your tenth grade mind never could have imagined.