Boy

Photo by Andrew Collins

Sometimes you can hear a song and it pulls you back in time to another place. You are there, seeing it all. Smelling the scents and feeling the air and even feeling the age you were when you were there. Tonight I heard Boy by Book of Love and I was back at Uncle Charlie's in Austin, dancing with all of my friends and laughing. The strong scent of expensive men's cologne mingled with cigarettes and alcohol still hangs heavy in the machined fog. The bass is pumping, the bodies on the dance floor are writhing and bumping in time with the beat. Everyone dancing with everyone, boys and boys, girls and girls, and boys and girls and transsexuals and transvestites and the lights are flashing. Everyone is young and beautiful, and it is all so very intoxicating.