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are you a skater boy

I’m sitting in the coffee shop listening to A Flock of Seagulls and seeing the anonymous people swarm in and around me in weird light, like characters in a fast-motion short where the lights are flickering and you know it’ll all be over in a moment.

Back when overcoats and boots were edgy and fantastic, not trite, overdetermined, and ironic.

I miss every bit of innocence I’ve — we’ve — lost.

I ran.