the magic word.
"dude. we're going to amalfi. wanna come?"
a bodiless muffled grunt escaped from the darkened room and the door closed with a bang.
"he's coming," and dan shot off again, flip-flops patting time against the pavement. the wind is gathering strength as the warm summer breezes slam the winter gales, so we bundled ourselves up, filled our tanks up with hot, bitter espresso, and padded down the spine to brave the Audi. the little black automobile had been lying dormant for a good month and gave us a good deal of lip in starting. it jumped and sneezed and spluttered and hiccuped to life, jolting us down the road to pick up our third party. brian looked distinctly unlike the dark sliver of grunting must i'd previously been led to believe represented him. i would have called him murphy. tomato hair, pasty cheeks with constellations of brown freckles spelled irish.
afternoon found us lost somewhere south of Naples with a half tank of gas, Modest Mouse tinkling from the tinny speakers, and a profound lack of conversation between our triad as we surveyed the scenery. we barely managed to squeeze our way between the cars and the cliffs, narrowly circumventing death to avoid the swarms of vespas.
"dude."
the magic word. both men stood transfixed, eyes moving up and down the harbor as if it were amsterdam's red light district, settling finally on the mecca of the "Boat Rental" hut. it was a mad dash, and i was whisked onto a rubber boat with a giant engine and propelled with reckless abandon across the bay, looking back briefly at the shore as it shrunk from view, taking with it the fishermen and the rowboats, the ladies in white linen dresses and the red sunning-chairs. i didn't have long to enjoy the view though. the elated wails of my comrades warned me that nothing wholesome was about to happen. warp 5 took us out, bouncing through the waves, doing wheelies and turns that frightened me into tucking every extremity into the provided loops and handles.
salty and laughing and considerably less energetic, we pulled our shoes on and sopped back into our old friend, the Audi. i should have heard the silent warning of the wharf as we slid out of view around a cliff. i should have felt the danger. i should have known better than to trust two very {feckless, daring, madcap, harebrained, daredevil} young demons with my life, limbs and particularly back. today i am an invalid (or quite nearly). i'm paying dearly to be able to remember every detail of that lovely afternoon. my today is full of a yesterday and my tomorrow will be full of a hospital.
was it worth it?
dude.
a bodiless muffled grunt escaped from the darkened room and the door closed with a bang.
"he's coming," and dan shot off again, flip-flops patting time against the pavement. the wind is gathering strength as the warm summer breezes slam the winter gales, so we bundled ourselves up, filled our tanks up with hot, bitter espresso, and padded down the spine to brave the Audi. the little black automobile had been lying dormant for a good month and gave us a good deal of lip in starting. it jumped and sneezed and spluttered and hiccuped to life, jolting us down the road to pick up our third party. brian looked distinctly unlike the dark sliver of grunting must i'd previously been led to believe represented him. i would have called him murphy. tomato hair, pasty cheeks with constellations of brown freckles spelled irish.
afternoon found us lost somewhere south of Naples with a half tank of gas, Modest Mouse tinkling from the tinny speakers, and a profound lack of conversation between our triad as we surveyed the scenery. we barely managed to squeeze our way between the cars and the cliffs, narrowly circumventing death to avoid the swarms of vespas.
"dude."
the magic word. both men stood transfixed, eyes moving up and down the harbor as if it were amsterdam's red light district, settling finally on the mecca of the "Boat Rental" hut. it was a mad dash, and i was whisked onto a rubber boat with a giant engine and propelled with reckless abandon across the bay, looking back briefly at the shore as it shrunk from view, taking with it the fishermen and the rowboats, the ladies in white linen dresses and the red sunning-chairs. i didn't have long to enjoy the view though. the elated wails of my comrades warned me that nothing wholesome was about to happen. warp 5 took us out, bouncing through the waves, doing wheelies and turns that frightened me into tucking every extremity into the provided loops and handles.
salty and laughing and considerably less energetic, we pulled our shoes on and sopped back into our old friend, the Audi. i should have heard the silent warning of the wharf as we slid out of view around a cliff. i should have felt the danger. i should have known better than to trust two very {feckless, daring, madcap, harebrained, daredevil} young demons with my life, limbs and particularly back. today i am an invalid (or quite nearly). i'm paying dearly to be able to remember every detail of that lovely afternoon. my today is full of a yesterday and my tomorrow will be full of a hospital.
was it worth it?
dude.
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