when I was younger me and my group of friends would meet at starlite coney island and sit and drink coffe and smoke, but most importantly we would talk. We would talk about everything. Each night we discovered something new about ourselves and each other. As we got older it got harder to meet but there was a way to keep in touch.
There was a loose brick on the windowsill that we used to leave messages under. Any time any of us were there we would leave a message under the rock. sometimes the message would show signs of being there a long time before you saw it. It was something you got used to looking forward to, looking under the rock.
They remodeled starlite and now there is no rock. I miss stopping in just to check and see how people were doing and leaving my messages to let them know I was still alive.
silly isnt it.
