Today one of the many elevators at the veterans affairs hospital in seattle smelled like the boys i ran with in jr high back in fresno. the doors opened, stalled halfway for a few seconds, and then all the way wide. i stepped in and was hit with it, like a time machine. cigarette smoke, peach schnapps, and drakkar aftershave all swirling in a 3 x 8 box.
i chewed my lip all 6 floors up.
it was half my life ago exactly.
i still get excited like i used to.
i still miss people like i used to.
i am glad for both.
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I can smell it from here, that past of yours is like mine. Just seeing the word Drakkar and I was right there.
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