sense memory

listening to new order on a lazy sunday afternoon.It makes me remember the gray days that I used to spend with my friend shannon in her na-na's house,She lived with her na-na because her mother was immersed in her new family and her father was a drunk old mechanic who was not feeling like being a dad anymore.we were still in high school at the time.We would spend hours locked up in her room,listening to new order,the smiths,and bauhaus(she adored peter murphy and I was hot for daniel ash)...getting ready to go out.she was a theater girl and we could play dress up all day before deciding on the get-ups that we would wear to the club,or the show,or whatever trouble that we were preparing for.she had ray bradbury quotes written in sharpie on the mirror of her massive antique vanity table.I can still hear the crackle from the shitty stereo system she had in her chevette.everywhere that we went,we left the scent of alfred sung perfume,red wine spills and clove cigarettes.we had a penchant for wearing fishnets with everything.