Friday

Ah, the sweet smell of Friday. I can remember everything being better on Friday. The air smelled  of ocean. Each moment that ticked toward 5pm seemed like a revolution, being fought for freedom. Have you ever felt like you were totally in touch with the universe? Walking out to the car, looking down the street, feeling like you knew what it was all about. Life, that is. Understanding why we are here, your place in it all. Totally relaxed, the sun glowing a bright orange. Warm. Comforting. The birds talking, telling you to have a good weekend. Everything in perfect synchronicity. If you have ever felt any of this, you were probably the son-of-a-bitch that stole the drugs from my desk.