vital organs and serial killers

July 1: I closed the car door in San Francisco and opened it again in a town where the temperature was in the triple digits. This just can’t be legal. Everything time I tried to think, it would be interrupted by “it’s so fucking hot here”.

July 2: I may get a lot of heat for this as a Californian, but I recognize that In-N-Out is not the best hamburger in the world. But there is a reason we are all obsessed it with it. It’s fast, cheap, and tasty. We wound up eating it often, especially in high school. Now it has reached the point where it’s like your own family’s cooking. It tastes like home.

July 3: We watched the Columbia/England FIFA match at the bar of Oggi’s. The line of TVs above our head were seven seconds behind the other line of TVs along the wall behind us. We waited impatiently to see the outcome of the shootout. The goalie from Barcelona was jumping up and down in the goal while the kicker from England was waiting for the whistle when people all around the bar started screaming at England’s goal.

July 4: Heidi’s neighbors set their fireworks on a board set across the tops of two ladders so that colorful sparks rained down on the children. They ran away screaming and unscathed. The people a few streets down who always manage to get their hands on illegal fireworks every year shot them so low that the bang of explosions was strong enough to set off car alarms.

July 5: A hurricane in Mexico created a rip tide so strong at Laguna Beach that the lifeguard told us we weren’t allowed to go farther than waist-deep in the water. They had already had to rescue three people who got caught in it that morning.

July 6: Nick took us all to Google to escape the heat today. Whenever I open up a social media app, all I see are screenshots of today’s over 105 degree temperature.

July 7: Heidi was on her third plastic cup of chardonnay and was dancing down the sidewalks of The Sawdust Festival, past the art booth where her mom does all the framing. Zydeco music drifted through the shafts of light that poured between tree branches.

July 8: After dinner, a few of us hung around on the benches outside of The Yard House to catch up for a little while longer. We talked mostly about videos of people using dildos so long that we were worried about that person’s vital organs and serial killers. I missed this group.





much love,
hedgie