Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Thirty-Three
Wait. I have to actually get up now.
Stuffing the backpack cooler with all of the snacks I can think of.
One car full of sleepy teenage girls. Watching the sun spill its light on the vines.
She asks for donuts, I offer granola.
He asks me why we’re doing this when we’re not ready. I don’t know.
I keep thinking there is more that I should be doing, but enough work has been done for today. And so, really, I should just be here.
Expanded warnings.
Still have four more hours to go. But there’s really nowhere else I’d rather be.
This Chipotle queso is gas.
For a car full of girls, I sure am hearing “bruh” a lot.