Burn

The Fire Fiasco

Can we go home now

Photo by Tobias Rademacher on Unsplash

Recently, I had the pleasure of failed expectations.

Something like expecting a warm coffee but getting it served cold.

It’s Friday night, and my girlfriend and I are at this self-titled “artistic festival” with a bunch of friends. What is an artistic festival? A place where pretentiousness is paired with pinot grigios.