just meant to walk home but we ended up by the charles, over the river and near the mass hospital. we could see into a lighted apartment where the back of a head was watching the olympics. i forgot about the olympics,  watching freaks and geeks on the laytons couch and feeling pumped on rock and roll. singing joan jett with patrick while leslie and jonas played the fake drums. blowing snot rockets with quinn, climbing a highway bridge. all i can see is lights and water. all he can see is skate spots and easy graffiti. twenty something isn't any easier to handle than seventeen, except he can grow a moustache and the world takes me seriously.

what were they thinking.