i was in the midwest for fourth of july with a girl and her family. i thought she was the best.
we slept in the basement of their lake home. her mom had to buy a dehumidifier cuz we were breathing in a lot of condensation the first couple nights.
i would wake up at five am still drunk and go upstairs and write a screenplay that i still want to produce to this day. i would write it in a room next to a covered indoor jacuzzi. but there was also a window that looked out to verdant green forest.
i knocked out an entire draft while we were there too. it was a productive time even though it was the beginning of our end.
she read it on the dock by the lake with her legs curled up on a wooden chair.
the lake was little and still and mind altering and i loved it.
i found some pictures her and i took in the forest together on one of those days, i was strong and muscular and my head was shaved. she was slender and her eyes were battling her enemies while simultaneously serenading her mysteries.
i was so strong and muscular that one night her dad did something insulting to her and i insisted he apologize. and then she took his side and apologized for him.
i was so strong that the next morning i walked 8 miles into town along a forest path. ate a pizza, then walked 8 miles back. i remember being chased by an angry horse fly that just wouldn't leave me alone.
