All eight bracelets were tarnished and dull. Seven years have passed since they were bought new in Los Cabos, Mexico. I was new too. All this time between those summers in Cabo and now have tarnished me too. I need something to scrub the crusty film that time lends. Almost 32 now. I never imagined being this age.
One morning in Cabo, we had to show up at a time share meeting in order to get a few good deals. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. I was in beachwear and already high. While they talked of financial matters, I zoned out in my comfortable stoned state. The waves crashed against the Pacific rocks, blue and green and bright.
Later in the hot tub on the roof of our balcony, the stars threw rays of brilliant light, the moon reflected in the sea, and the air was the free-est that I’ve ever breathed.