scenes I have been witness to and participant in have inspired thoughts about whether or not it is possible for a person to be born bad. I am determined to wash my hands of any responsibility I feel about to save the situation and the people involved, no matter the fact that I have made no solid decision on my feelings about the matter.

being behind the wheel of a car full of people and having no idea where you are or how to get where you are supposed to be is nerve-wracking. the relief and the feeling of triumph upon parking the car at your destination is glorious, though triumphing over a situation you created is kind of a ridiculous thought.

finding ourselves meant creating the opportunity for a friend to question a musician he referred to as his idol about a writer and the reality of magic. an autographed cigarette pack was carried, joyously, to a club we joined for the express purpose of drinking in celebration. the club is seven hours from home, but that doesn’t matter.

any thoughts I had about the origins of badness were dismissed at lunch today; no one can teach a baby to sleep peacefully through a meal in a loud diner, through the slamming of dishes and the back-and-forth of the staff in an open kitchen, but that’s exactly what our tiny travel buddy did, and her reaction upon finally waking to the sound of plates dropped on the floor was justified and completely understandable.

no one is born bad. not everyone can be found.