But Anyway

This Mourning

At 2:30 this morning our caravan of cars left my mother's house and drove the four anxious miles to the Armory. It was the same anxious car ride we had taken back in 2006. Battle was supposed to leave with two other guys but one of them didn't show up. We all waited in the parking lot while rain lightly drizzled on us smoking cigarettes for an hour before the driver taking them both to Indianapolis showed up. They waited 15 more minutes for the third guy before leaving. I hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and then called him a fag. "See you in a bit" were the last things I said to him. After those dramatics the three of them got in the van and drove off.