May 05, 2003

Tomorrow's Tomorrows

Good music and heartbreaks go well together.

Past the corner of my eye on Second Avenue, I see her walking down St. Mark's Place. Short edgy hair with bangs that cover her right eye. Glitter over her eyelids; for effect or maybe for superficial purposes (either work). I'm across the street, going the other way, but she has the uncanny ability to change my direction.

It's not following unless she looks back, and I try to hide. Just to be good and fair, I tell myself that I need to go to the fast food Vietnamese place on Avenue A. Yes, that works.

She arrives at Avenue A and takes a right. Goes down a few blocks and stands still. I can't see clearly because of the deli's tent, so I keep walking. She's standing outside a store and looking at something.

Well, then: It's the Vietnamese place, and she's looking at the menu. She looks perplexed. She looks confused. Chance to help out?

I get closer, and I hear her humming Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here." Didn't expect her to know that tune. The melody draws a tangent from her soul to mine. Now, what do I do? What do I do?

Turn to Page 19 if you want to recommend a dish to her.
Turn to Page 68 if you want to compliment her eyes.
Turn to Page 34 if you want to walk on by.

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i miss those decide your own fate books!

Nice twist.

Day-umn, Stern sure seems to produce it's fair share of stalker-types...

Nick: Best. Comment. Ever.

Nick, please don't judge us all from our weakest link.

rahat:

you write lovely, but i hate reading about your run-ins with girls and love and all the things that make the heart break. it makes my heart hurt, whether it comes from my own experiences or the experiences of others...

what you need is being away from stern: the school that sucks our souls dry, and find yourself.

-Truly

Ah, I remember those types of books. You have excellent writing and design. I remember visiting here a while back, and I'm glad I returned. Good job. <3

i would turn to page 19.

hey, you only live once.

page 34, dude. gotta be shy and weak, like me. that's how us deshis ride =/

turn to page 69 if you want some sex!