Sep
7th
Mon
7th
tales from the laundromat
Tonight I took a copy of Save Yourself for the girl who works at the convenience store. She comes out and listens sometimes so I thought it’d be nice. A couple who had parked a few spaces up finishing their cigarettes moved the car down in front of me so they could listen. They sat for a few songs and then drove home with their groceries. My clothes and the rain finished their cycle, and I walked home.
