We walked down Hart street & once again came across the two white lawn chairs we had discovered a previous night, this time they were stood up right. They were conveniently in front of a warehouse looking thing where we could have some privacy.

“Should we sit?”

We sat & smoked a really fat blunt. Decades felt like it had gone by & we were blasted. We walked back but got hypnotized by a song.

“Let’s follow it”

We ran up nearby blocks arguing about which way the sound was coming from. It was a repetitive house song that I’ve never heard before but it was just so goddamn dreamy. We were hoping wherever the sound was coming from, we could get to the actual source whether it be a roof top party or backyard shin dig. When we thought we had found the sound, it seemed to be coming from a different way now. We gave up & walked home. As we walked back towards the house in defeat, the sound was now trailing behind us as if there was a car playing the mysterious music, just riding around the neighborhood, trying to lure people like us, high out of our minds. Soon, the sound disappeared, echoing off of the buildings as it died off into the night.