Bottle Rocket

I remember she came over once after she got out of work, before we were together, to watch a movie. My son was sleeping in the other room.

We watched Bottle Rocket. I told her it was one of my favorite movies. I talked the whole time, not about the movie. I don’t remember what about exactly but she was so interested in what I was saying, sitting next to me on the couch, looking at me. Her eyes, I remember her eyes.

Towards the end she laughed so hard - her whole face would light up when she laughed, which would light up something warm inside me - when Owen Wilson yells at the Indian guy for his incompetence.

That was my favorite part. I can’t watch that movie anymore.