knight rider

sometimes you turn 21 at some bar downtown and some drunken girl you meet in a drunken haze finally smiles the 8th time you tell her it's your birthday, and she buys you another beer, shares it with you, ends up drinking more of it than you. You end up sleeping on her living room floor without blankets or pillows, too drunk to stay awake after making out for 20 minutes or so, hands wandering, eyes rolling back, one shoe on, one shoe hanging from her doorknob, and half filled bottles of booze corked or capped resting just as splayed and out-of-place as you, drool running down neck down pooling on her favorite My Bloody Valentine CD.

and that's the start, and it's one of those relationships that are fun, wild, unpredictable, and you see each other everyday even though you tell your friends that you know it's stupid, and she does things that piss you off, and really you're 21 now, you should be trying to find the one, there's no way she's the one, but when you're lying with her watching Twin Peaks at 4am on bottle 3 of some cheap merlot you don't think you could ever love anyone more.

And when the relationship ends, you know it's right to end, and you feel sad, you remember some of the old times, but the more time that passes the more you know it's right to be over. And when you end up getting back together 5 years later on some long mistake of a night out and about, it's even worse than before, and it's missing a lot of the things you found charming the first time around, and when you get back together again another while later, it's even worse than you could have imagined, and you both sort of fake smiles and make excuses to go separate ways, and maybe you go home and look at a picture of you and her from that first night, 21 and drunk, and you smile one last happy thought about her, then tear the picture in half and let it rest at the bottom of the kitchen trash.

Anyway, this post is about knight rider. and this is the 4th time. Time to tear that picture in half, hollywood.