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.