I have just experienced
the second most liberating
moment of my existence
(the top two liberating moments
have happened within a week of each
other, I must really be living!):
I swam in a fountain with
all my clothes on.
That includes jeans.
Wet denim.
We swam and it was
free.
"YOLO"'s freely dropping
off our lips.
Because when it comes right down
to it,
how many opportunities do you
have to do something truly
outrageous?
Not very many.
So when the dare was thrown
out, I said Yolo
and dove in.
Because seriously, fuck it.
Have fun,
right?
And floating in the fountain
was having fun,
it was seeing the stars perfectly,
mixed with arcs of water spray.
It was liberating,
film worthy,
seemingly brag worthy.
Instead of smoking pot
to have fun, I swim
in fountains with my clothes
on. In the dark and cool
with laughter.
And that makes a better story to tell
by far.
"Oh, what did you do last Tuesday?"
"I jumped in a motherfucking fountain
with my motherfucking clothes on."
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