It’s New.
At this moment, I was glad I bought the peanut butter-filled pretzels. He said it wasn’t a good idea, but I had this feeling. Have you ever had that? Deep down in your belly. This rumble that says do this, it’s what you should do. I get those a lot but don’t listen to them. This time I did. Felt right. The pretzels are good. Sucking the salt off the casing and watching the wind effortlessly lift the branches and leaves in front of me is awe-inspiring. Suppose the wind can do that while I sit here and eat peanut butter-stuffed pretzels and listen to Elton John. Fuck, the wind is crazy. You’d be impressed by how well Elton fits the world’s end. My earbuds are set on total volume, obviously. So, I can’t make out the words of the man screaming in front of me. He looks upset. I’m sad for him, I guess. Sad that he can’t experience a cranberry cider mixed with peanut butter-filled pretzels that I’m having. The weather had been so lovely today. I will not pause, Sir Elton John. Too much effort. He's still here, though, motioning for me to remove the earbuds. There’s no way in hell I’d take these earbuds out. He can rip them from my cold dead fucking ears. I tilted my head and smiled at him. After that, he’d decided to leave. Fair. The temperature today was unreal. So perfect. These pretzels are unreal, otherworldly. Another lady is in front of me yelling. It’s getting a bit irritating. These people just don’t quit. I never get this chaise lounge. It’s always taken. Give me a break, and let me sit here, fuck.