things i miss judy wolf I miss that day that Randy and I ditched school and the weather was foggy like today and we listened to Bruce Springsteen all day long because Randy was a fanatic fan and had every single thing the man has ever produced on tape. All we did is make out and kiss in his truck at the park and fuck in the backseat and I felt his hands and his back and his shoulders and played with his hair and stared and stared at his blue eyes and knew back at school and away from this day and this moment we would never really have this again. That it was just real for what it was, not anything we could take with us. That the world was that day, just only us in that truck and it was about being together and being in the fog and having the radio on and drinking a beer in the middle of the afternoon and being away from everything.