November 2011
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Going to Iowa (part 2)
We rolled up to the gas station somewhere near Shelbyville, Illinois. He was staring into space. I offered to get out and pay for this tank and began pumping. He said nothing-I wasn’t sure that he even knew where we were.
I stood there, back pressed against the car and watched the cars make it across the overpass. I took in the summer air. I met him, the first time, early in high school....
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Going to Iowa (part 1)
“When do you think we’re going to get over ourselves?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Just all this bullshit. Our music. What we do on the internet. Everything.”
I mumbled something so he wouldn’t think I was ignoring him. I just kept staring into the distance, keeping the car in the straight line that led beyond the horizon. The last time he...