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June 28, 2017 - 162 words
Those doleful forlorn tones from the newest Mazzy Star album make me think about a past I never had and memories I never made. A lump in my throat rises and I struggle to swallow it. I think about the time I never rolled joints from pages ripped out of my mom’s Bible or didn’t have a friend named Andi who would steal her neighbor’s heroin stash just to see her tear the house apart in agony. The only real regrets I have are not quitting my high school basketball team earlier and studying too hard for a chemistry exam that everyone aced anyway. I think about all the great music I haven’t heard, the new stuff I discover and realize it’s already been out for 25 years. What else is out there that I missed because I was too busy rereading my huge collection of Star Wars novels? Who haven’t I met because I didn’t think anyone else was out there?