A receipt stuck into a bag stuck into a backpack told me part of the story of the lost summer's penultimate day.
Time:
17:23. Also known as 5:23 p.m.
Monday, August 30, 2021.
Location:
A grocery store in Monroe, Louisiana. Well north of the Boudin Curtain, sha. More like Mississippi than Louisiana.
What I bought:
- Cream cheese spread
- Something "fresh, no sugar"
- Some watermelon. Probably a quarter of a whole or a container of chunks.
I stayed the night at the Budget Inn in Monroe, which was my go-to lodging in the Lost Summer of 2021. I paid $70.
I have no photographic evidence of this day, so I will insert a photo from a past life, rooted, which I'd titled: "Lost my head and it's all a blur," which seems apropos.
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| Lost my head and it's all a blur. Missouri. Christmas 2007. Credit: Mzuriana. |
I might'nt have devoted a whole post to this day, but for the damn receipt. Faded, worn, the paper softened, after sitting in that backpack for so long, my hand rubbing past it untold number of times when I rummaged through the bag for something.
Related posts to Lost Summer of 2021 here.
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