we used to have to drive in silence, remember?
otherwise we'd get to snorting
and screaming Rent songs
and inventing Real Housewives intros
or sometimes you'd ask
exquisite and ever-spacious
"where does it hurt"
and
"do you believe in God"
eventually we'd notice the google maps lady begging us to u-turn
eventually through belly laughs you'd say
"how the fuck did we get on the bridge to San Francisco"
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