Eden and I were chilling in the backyard, and I heard music. But it wasn’t just a car or a speaker, it particularly felt like live music the way that the drums were reverberating between the houses of this suburban hellscape that is normally devoid of anything alive like this. So I quickly got up and walked to follow the sound. It was a garage band. They were speaking a different language and playing music I wasn’t familiar with, but I was interested. So, I sat on the curb across the street (line of sight blocked by the 3 cars in the driveway and on the street) and I sat and vibed for a good half hour. At the end, one of the band members walked down the driveway, and looked both ways (seemingly ignoring the fresh as fuck dude sitting on the curb bouncing to their music) and then walked back up to close the garage on me to muffle the band practice into an unintelligible wall of sound.
Well, fuck me then, right?
Good morning y’all.
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