It took me awhile to think of something to write about, but then I thought of something people actually want to hear (and for God's sake, it's not about prom). Summer is almost here.
I never thought of why I really like summer until now. Summer isn't about not going to school. It's all about the little things (like drinking out of the hose, not because the water tastes good, but just because you can).
Summer's about running to find the ice cream truck because the annoying song they play rings through your brain like an unstoppable rebel force, until you have to make a choice; get some ice cream or lose your sanity.
On the way there, you trip and skin your knee. Ouch. So you have your mom put a band-aid on it. Because, after all, knowing you'll have to rip some hair off an old wound a day later when you decide to take the band-aid off makes you “feel better”.
Summer is about driving around 1 st Ave with your friends until you run out of gas, then asking a homeless man named Carl for some spare change so you can fill up. Of course, Carl doesn't have any. He's homeless…let him be.
Summer is going to the ATM for gas money. The machine says, “There will be a $2.00 surcharge added to your withdrawal. Would you like to proceed?”
No, I would not like to “proceed” while you embezzle $2.00 from me while I take money OUT of my account. Shazam can sit on it. No gas tonight. Let's just walk.
Summer is going to bed that night, waking up the next morning, and doing it all again, just because you can.
