Why I love my cuz.
We drove at a snails pace through traffic. Rain fell in fat droplets on the windshield as I squinted my eyes making out the blurry spots of brake lights in front of me. You silently watch the cars drift slowly by as the radio plays my favorite tracks from my iPod. I fleetingly wonder how you feel about the music I've picked when A Devil Came Down to Georgia by The Charlie Daniels Band comes on, fiddles and all. I wince slightly.She's going to say something about this song. I know it, I think to myself.
You turn your head towards the radio and I brace myself for your look of scorn, an argument in their defence already on my tongue when you say, "I love this song" and turn it up.
No one else. Thats why I love you. Happy fuckin birthday!
posted by Jas @ 11:15 PM
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