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And why the desperation to spend so much time with this girl? Weve got to look back again for that. I was at a point in my life when all my friends were married. No, most
of them werent happily married, but they were married. Everybody
had steady jobs, houses, some had 2.3 kids, the American Dream. My life
of adventuring seem to be drawing to a close with me being the only adventurer
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I fell for Heather like a demolished
building. |
The world was on fire and no one
could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. I never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you no, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart) With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) Nobody loves no one. Chris Isaak, Wicked Game |
I denied that her competitors
made me jealous. But they did. |
Not to change the station on you
too soon, but at this time a Blondie cover of an old Paragon ska tune,
The Tide Is High, was constantly in my head. Here痴 your
soundtrack for a while: The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kinda man who gives up just like that Oh no. It's not the things you do That tease and hurt me bad But it's the way you do The things you do to me I'm not the kinda man who gives up just like that Oh no. The tide is high but I知 holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one. Every man wants you to be his girl But I'll wait right here 'till it's my turn. I'm not the kinda man who gives up just like that Oh no. The tide is high but I知 holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one. Every man wants you to be his girl But I値l wait right here 'till it's my turn. I'm not the kinda man who gives up just like that Oh no. Every man wants you to be his girl But I値l wait right here 'till it's my turn. The tide is high but I知 holding on I'm gonna be your number one Number one. Number one. Number one. |
But the others in the pack rarely succeeded in getting anywhere beyond casual friendship.
I was the only one shed sleep with as long as we were doing whatever
it was we were doing. "Intimacy,
n. A relation into which fools are providentially drawn for their mutual
destruction." What were we doing? At some
point I asked. She refused to call it a relationship, wouldnt use
the word dating at gunpoint - a serious intimacy-phobe. I
even complained about it to my mother. Heather and I had a lot of fun. Our dates often involved doing something new for one or the other of us. I needed that freshness to make me feel young again, stall my early mid-life crisis a while longer. "There
was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new and,
from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier
in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of
disordered sensual images running like a mill-race in my fancy, a solution
of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of
the soul." And she needed to break away
from her routine, from her suitors, from the issues she was always running
from but would never name. We took a road trip to Miami
to see my father. The hours and hours in the car ended up straining our
conversation but both of us hated the cold and the comparative warmth
of south Florida soothed our nerves. We were perfect for each other. |
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The next day my father took us out on the bay in his sailboat. Heather lounged on the bow like some model from a pop music video, a smile from ear to ear. We hit the shops later and
sat on a curb eating pastry in the 85 degree Florida winter. We spent weeks in class together struggling with drawing. I struggled because it's not something I enjoy doing - I'd rather be sculpting. She struggled because she was determined to perfect her work - she was working towards becoming an illustrator. By night wed explore Atlanta, and each other. A couple months of passionate sex, fun dates, and learning about art together. Things just kept getting better. But then it happened. Problem is, it happened so many times they all blur
together in retrospect. For some quirky, makes-you-wonder-if-there-isnt-a-god-after-all
reason it always it took place at Po Folks, a family-style southern
restaurant. |
Darken the city, night is a wire Steam in the subway, earth is a afire Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo Woman, you want me, give me a sign And catch my breathing even closer behind Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd And I'm hungry like the wolf Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt I'm after you Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf Stalked in the forest, too close to hide I'll be upon you by the moonlight side Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight You feel my heart, I'm just a moment behind Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I howl and I whine, I'm after you Mouth is alive, al lrunning inside And i'm hungry like the wolf Hungry like the wolf Hungry like the wolf Hungry like the wolf Burning the ground, I break from the crowd I'm on the hunt, I'm after you I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found And I'm hungry like the wolf Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf Duran Duran, Hungry Like The Wolf |
On again. More fun dates. More shared
experiences, shared classes, shared hours in bed, closer and closer to
calling it something real. Off again. A couple of weeks of being friends, chatting about her suitors, hours together in class helping each other with assignments, then were posing naked for each others figure drawing homework assignments, then were just naked for each other. On again. But I wont fuck it up this time. I wont. Ill stay quiet about my feelings. Ill just enjoy it for what it is. Ill Let it all out one afternoon, all at once, how could I be surprised its Off again? Fuck. A couple of weeks passed in
the off again state. I hit my favorite watering hole with my oldest friend,
Brud. We had a few drinks at one bar then decided to head to another.
On the way a woman in a Geo pulled out right into me, destroying her tiny
car and seriously wrecking mine. But no injuries and the cops clearly
pointed fault at her so I didnt let it put a damper on the evening
- we had my car towed off to a shop and caught a ride to the next bar. The
joint was packed with folks shakin their thangs to some old funk
tunes. We grabbed drinks and joined the fray. A bobbing redhead caught
my eye and I slunk over and found it was one of my classmates, Sharon. On again. Heather and I talked about
the Sharon encounter. Sharon was one of the girls Heather and I had wanted
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Wow. Heather had said after one of our
first sessions in the
sack. "My devil had been long
caged, he came out roaring." I liked it too. You can see the loop coming from the top of the next hill - the one that will make your stomach crawl into your feet, then up into your head, then back down to your feet again, cant you? |
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Heather applied to art school
in San Francisco, as far away from the pack in pursuit, far away from
her unnamed issues, her friends, her feelings, as she could get and still
be near the ocean (one of her requirements for an art school.) I didnt have a lot of time to get my foot in the door and make the situation less tenuous. She could be accepted as early as autumn. So I pushed a little harder. Violent Femmes tunes were pretty much the soundtrack of my first trip through college. Their tune Breakin' Hearts hit close to home even years later on my second trip through school: See
that girl Another
meal at Po Folks. The next day I was driving to Athens, Georgia, about an hour away from Atlanta, to meet a friend, Lena, a charming Danish girl who was like a sister to me. I cried the whole way, simultaneously wound tight and strung out. I had to concentrate really, really hard to keep myself from driving into the oncoming traffic, and not by accident. |
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The only thing that kept me
from doing it, from driving right into that big tractor-trailer rig coming
70 miles an hour from the other way while I pushed my car over 80 going
my way, was knowing Lena would think Id stood her up. Or at least
thats what I told myself. On the roller coaster ride that is my life, I have a tendency to write amazingly bad poetry when the train is on the downswing so skip to the next scene if you're poetry-intolerant. Push the flesh down past the
bones, tired. |
For the film Superfly,
Curtis Mayfield wrote Freddie's Dead: Freddies dead That's what I said Let The Man Rap a plan Said he'd send him home But his hope Was a rope And he should have known It's hard to understand There was love in this man I'm sure all would agree That his misery Was his woman And things Now Freddie's dead That's what I said |
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