Salt and Breadcrumbs

I can't exactly explain why I felt like a laugh. Like the monkeys that eat the Banana bread bagels, the dangling light bulbs and an ugly waitress.
We're all here again.
I remember coming here with my buddy, back in the day. These same damn brick walls were here, but the paint was different. And yet for some reason, even tho I don't see him anymore, it seems like those old times. The vague understanding I do have is a basic, raw intellection.
Like an intra-personal lingua franca. So how could I even begin to say it words?

“What?” she's pissed off in a way someone could only get from a day of work, getting frustrated on work things. I could say alot of things in response. So many little things, somehow all related.

Overwhelmingly, it's back in the day. With those damn monkeys and the model air plain in the corner- shooting down the dangling light bulbs. Back then, me and my buddy said alot of stupid things. We laughed at alot of stupid things.
Silly things and contradictory things.
Outrageous things and ignorant things.
All sorts of things. But I think all those laughs came from the same place. Off the shoulders and threw the throat.
But this is still a laugh, and I can tell it's just coming from a different place. Down in the gut. Like even when you are really happy sometimes you cry.

“I just felt like a laugh” After all, it's true. And it's not like I talk to my buddy anymore. He lives down in Florida now. On facebook, we never comment on one anothers posts. We haven't said anything to one another in a long time.

But

As soon as I said it, I realized that's not what someone is suppose to say.
Like, I could see how it looked. She's pissed. She was pissed off before and now she's even more pissed off.

But I don't feel like I need to appologise or anything. After all, I'm the one who's caught off guard here.