Maybe someone should have told that guy that we all weren’t ten-year-olds anymore. I think that as we listened to the William Tell Overture, we were supposed to be imagining the Lone Ranger and Tonto riding their horses through the desert. “Hi-yo, Silver!” Who hired this guy? He was killing me. The DJ was saying annoying, obvious things like, “It’s summer! It’s hot out there!” And then he put on that retro Lone Ranger tune, something he liked to play every morning because he thought it was a hip way to wake up the world. Then the sky could be as miserable as I was. ”Īs far as I was concerned, the sun could have melted the blue right off the sky. Crap, “Alone,” a song by a group called Heart. My hand reached for the dial on the radio. I threw off the sheets and lay there as the heat poured in through my open window. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the world was the same. ONE SUMMER NIGHT I FELL ASLEEP, HOPING THE WORLD would be different when I woke.
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