Each morning as I stumble though my routine, I'm also going as fast as I can to get to the bus on time. Every morning, I'm running late. And every single day I pass the same guy on the street as he walks in the other direction.
One day, one of us said "Hi." We're now at the point where he says something clever about the weather every day. Actually, he usually says something painfully cliche about the weather like, "Cold enough for you?" And since I'm completely stupid in the mornings, I say "Haha! Hi!" It makes me feel dirty. Especially since I had to take off my iPod to be polite. There's no way he is as cool as what I was listening to.
And so, every day I play with the idea of running either much earlier or much later so that I miss the awkward walk-by. And every day, I manage to squeak out the door at the last minute and see him a block away from home. Such is the danger of the suburb. I use short sentences when I'm tired.
An Erinku:
pile of music
so tall
so much practicing
undone
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