i noticed a girl whose presence i had no intention or reason to really acknowledge by saying hi. i met a boy who asked me if i wasn’t macfly, by any chance. a girl told me this evening was sort of awkward and i understood but disagreed. i met a sicilian boy who was well on his way to have a foursome with his friends. i took some news of a girl who didn’t recognize my face but knew who i was. but i couldn’t find a boy i’d swear i’d seen ten minutes before and say hi. and i didn’t see the brown eyes i’d sort of expected to see. i guess it was sort of an awkward evening after all. feels like living ten different lives each day, let me blow out some more smoke, this was four hours or four lives ago, see, i’m not here, i wasn’t there.