CHAPTER FOUR: ARTIFACTS AS STORY
“it was one
of the last
summer
nights
we’d all be
together”
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When I look at this I think about summer with my
3 best friends, driving through the shitty town
we grew up in or just laying around eating at
one of our houses. I remember it was one of the
last summer nights we’d all be together before
we went our separate ways until Christmas. As
per usual, there was nothing to really do but
drive around and blast some tunes. We ended up
passing the high school where we all met and stole
a bunch of letters from the sign they had set up
along the road. I didn’t get out of the car. I was
too busy laughing at the three of them struggling
to get the letters out of the small opening at the
bottom of the sign, and eyeing the cameras that
were set up to monitor the school parking lot.
Everyone got the first initial of their first name,
except me. I settled for the 7. I guess it kind of
looks like a J upside down.