King Pari

It’s unseasonably warm and you’re not hungover, like, at all. The public pool opens in ten minutes. The pool is packed and everyone’s playing that game where you grease up a watermelon and try to catch it. The beers are seven dollars but you’ve got two cold Red Stripes in your backpack. Some kid has a boombox and asks you what to put on. You already know exactly what you’re choosing. King Pari.