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And me roommates have a deep ingrained love for being loud, drunk, and chanting "goodwill hunting". the kid next door left his fucking country/billy joel playlist on. Outside, cars honk their horns excessively. Ambulances scream by. The light on the antannea in the distance stays on for two seconds at a time. All is hectic. All is so normally backwards. Waking up in six hours. Do not want. But I will do bad to start anyway. I want to run. Steal compass/drive north. Disappear into the woods. Out of these fallow concrete expanses. Out of this place of apathy, where love does not exist except in fleeting moments of sympathy. Where there are no stars in the sky. No stars. Just that red light above an apartment, beaming for two seconds at a time. Just incandesence rising into the air. It carries nothing but our automobile horns, the blaring of sirens, and our drunken shouting.