lisa and i walked down the street, drunk on guitar riffs and possibility. we were smiling, because it had been a good night — and it wasn’t over, yet.
two guys followed closely behind us. “is it a full moon tonight?” one asked.
i looked up at the moon, hanging low in the dark sky, and said, “no. i think it’s the moon that makes you think to yourself oh it’s a full moon until the next night when the real full moon comes out and you realize you were completely wrong.”