Chicago

Sitting on a bench, waiting for a ride. Cigarette smoke curls around her fingers, then up into the glare of the streetlights.
"What school are you from?" I assume she's asking after my connections to the band. Maybe I should have noted the cigarette, but then all of my friends were smoking, too.
"Edison."
"Huh? I've never heard of it. Is it around here? I dunno that much about colleges. Just a freshman at TU."
"Ah. Yeah, it's a high school in town."
"Oh. You look much older."


I don't look that old.

Things to be happy about: guitars, retirement.