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By Eric Fisher
Submitted Dec 06, 2006 |
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It is 11:45 in Connecticut on a Sunday
two days after our last day of school, yes
it is 2004 and I go to the general store
because I will meet friends for lunch at 12:00 as usual
and at 1:00 we will split up to go about our day
and I don’t know what I will do
I walk up the cracked sidewalk from where I parked my car
I have an iced tea and a sandwich and briefly look at
the cover of the New York Times, just to get a glimpse
of the world outside our small and quiet town.
We split up and I go to the bank to take out even more money and
in a store I spend another few dollars on some candy I don’t really need
and then I get a call from Mike who says he’s bored
and on the other line, a call from Jim and Sean who
are driving around aimlessly looking for something to do
and I realize that we’ve all split up just to be bored apart.
so I meet up with Mike at the Queen Street donut shop
but we don’t go in – we never do – and we wait
for the other friends wandering around and get bored
so we go into CVS to browse the magazines of technology
and cars, although I’m not really interested in that
but it passes the time anyway so that’s what we do
and my friends come and we’re still bored but not alone
though we stand between our parked cars and discuss whatever
not that I necessarily care about anything they’re saying
but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
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