Sitting in Sarah's new apartment in Brooklyn, watching Carrie's first quicktime video. A Cuban flag billowing in the exhaust of an air conditioner. Jackson and Sarah sit on Sarah's bed talking about boys, video editing programs, and work. Sirens run in the background. A nieghbour swings by asking about a sublet. Sarah shows her and Carrie and I smile about Sarah's directness.

Im happy. Its a nice moment in time when I can sit with two friends and enjoy their company and we can talk, laugh, relax, gossip, and let it all hang out. The street echoes with yells, smashing and cars splashing through puddles and whitenoise, that air conditioner drown out everything except for Sarah's voice talking about her crush.

It feels so nice to be here, right now, with them.