March 2011
50 posts
February 2011
44 posts
I talk to Dan outside a karaoke room, and find out some surprising news.
This is my friend Andrew interviewing his friend Dan, who may be drunk.
Let me paint you a picture.
We’re looking at a 12-year-old blond girl, medium height, maybe 85 pounds. Her hair is fly-away in the morning and runs to tangled stringiness in the afternoons. This is before people (or at least her family) started using hair conditioner. She stares at the ground a lot, but she’s a smart kid. Not a bad dancer either.
She’s at a neighborhood wedding this afternoon. She’s dressed to the preppy nines. Her pink heather Oxford shirt is tucked in, cuffs buttoned. Her grey & pastel plaid wool straight skirt has a conservative slit in the back, and she wears grey stockings to match the skirt. She gently places her grey leather, fan-adorned pointy shoes off to the side of the room and (here’s what makes this day stand out), hand to God, she centipedes across the entire dancefloor to Midnight Star’s “Freak-A-Zoid.”
“Bread and Butter Woman” - Tony Pastor with the Clooney Sisters
The divorce is supposed to be final, today.
It was between this song and EC’s “Almost Blue,” and I went for the funny. What else can you do? There was this perfect encapsulation of that feeling in _Invisible Man_ where two black men are talking…
1st man: “It sure is funny how the white man treats us.”
2nd man” “It better be funny.”
I think of that all the time. Even though I’m not a black man.
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Thanks, kids. And typo… okay, misspelling fixed.
Whaaah. He’ll be in your car later.
We’re *supposed* to be talking about our happy places today? I feel so fucking scooped.
Ladies, can I tell you how well the acting-like-straight-dudes-are-gay is working for me?
It’s sooooo much better than the imagining-the-audience-is-naked thing.