Connley speaks so pure in this poem. When i remember shit from my past, i can only remember random ass shit... like riding a bike down hill one day then goin home... i never remember birthdays or weddings or any of that supposedly memorable crap... i think its because i only remember the best of what was normal to me... here Connley was having a normal day but seeing that girl is what made it best for him... inculding the summer mist, wet patio, warm ginger ale and all that good shit.
Connley speaks so pure in this poem. When i remember shit from my past, i can only remember random ass shit... like riding a bike down hill one day then goin home... i never remember birthdays or weddings or any of that supposedly memorable crap... i think its because i only remember the best of what was normal to me... here Connley was having a normal day but seeing that girl is what made it best for him... inculding the summer mist, wet patio, warm ginger ale and all that good shit.