Bittersweet

Tapes

    We were on our way to the music store that of course was 45 minutes away. Our small town sucked ass. I was driving and she was sitting next to me in the middle seat begging me to play music on the radio. I refused though. The reason behind why I refrained from playing music was because this was my first car and she was a beauty but that's besides the point. This was my first time driving her and I wanted to go get tapes for the car. So I didn't want to play that digital bullshit called the radio. I wanted raw music and so that's why I didn't allow the radio to be played. After a while she stopped complaining about it realizing that I wasn't going to give in. We talked about how much trump sucked on our way there and finally reached our destination. We reluctantly got out of the car and I practically dragged her across the street and into the music store. I said I quick hello to the person manning the cash register and then sped walked to tapes. I browsed for a little bit but I knew which ones I wanted. I grabbed a Sex Pistols tape, Led Zeppelin tape and a Decedents tape and dropped them next to the cash register. The man bagged my tapes and sent me off on my way. Right next to the music store was a tattoo parlor. She talked me into getting another tattoo that I've been talking about for a while so it was way overdue. I walked in and told them about the small tattoo I wanted and they got me in right away. It was the word bittersweet in Morse code on my chest next to the anatomical bee that has a broken wing. I payed and said a thank you to the woman who did my tattoo and we went back to the car. On the ride home we listened to the Sex Pistols with all the windows down and screamed all he lyrics. Well I did, she didn't know too many of them. We still had a great time and it wouldn't have been the same without her.