Roadside

Drove out of town this evening to a restaurant and bar. Two dollar margaritas during happy hour, boudin stuffed jalapeños, and a bowl of shrimp and grits with sausage and other good stuff in there. I liked the look and feel of the place, mostly empty. The music was good too. Contemporary country, I guess, but not the mostly shit I hear when spinning the radio dial in the car. It kind of set a mood, heartbreak songs.

I thought about the way you used to eat with such gusto and how watching you used to light me up inside. For a minute I had this idea that I lost you in the end because, in my head, I started saying things other than thank you.