" Nostalgia delicate but potent, in Greek means the pain from an old wound. it’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again." - Don Draper , Episode 13 Mad Men.....I tweaked it because it was his ad pitch.
First page new story that I may or may not continue
It was four o’clock in the morning the New Years Eve party was dieing down. In the attempt to resurrect any sort of buzz I started sipping a glass of some red cocktail I found in the kitchen so slowly that I could see the air bubbles between the crimson liquid going up the clear straw. I then realized how effeminate I must look but who cared. Sitting on my friend Matt’s porch listening to the retards in the living room playing guitar hero, I felt so far removed from them. I light up a number 27 and look into last years snow still on the ground from Thanksgiving break. Man, I remembered when Connecticut would actually get blizzards. I get nostalgic on New Years, which sucks. Letting the ash fall from my smoke onto my new Addidas I pretend like I have no past, I’m a random dude pondering on a stranger’s porch shivering under my hoodie. Thinking deep on New Years is so cliche.
