Day 2,482 —I Used to Visit Here— (with pictures by the Meramec)

I had a friend that lived in Heege Place; it was probably the smallest apartment I have ever been in. We used to drink box wine, smoke clove cigarettes and watch old movies until our eyes would bleed. I used to think it was called “Heege Palace” (instead of place) because I only glanced at the sign, never really slowing down long enough to notice. How young and automatic my life seemed then. Everything was always seemingly happening to me; I could never put it together that I was the cause of it all.