Remember nkotb? It's one of my earlier memories--of daycare at this woman's house..and her two older children, a boy and a girl, who i looked up to indiscriminately. i remember a lot about that house--i saw gremlins the first and it gave my sister bad dreams for months (and that was enough to place it in the upper echelon of movies for me--for a long, long time). i remember, one day, being among the chosen few to go to HER room--the oldest girl---i remember her looking like the oldest brother on "the wonder years." so we got to her room and it was just posters, pink sweatshirts with puffy paint--and, oh glories of glories---the new kids on the block.
i'd never heard of them and...i felt so uneducated, so uncultured----I went home that day and begged my parents for their music. a few months later I got a cassette--one of the heat resistant variety they sold over in saudi arabia where my parents were at the time.
and that brings back memories too...
this is my first entry and I want it to be good--I want to write something..heh..eternal.
but, apparently, nothing save death and taxes....is.
SO--instead I'll leave you with a short story about work and the promise of music and art and more angsty stories from the...err..heart.
HAH.
a man came into the store with a clothespin on his nose and a dream in his heart--he walked, resolutely to the counter, with only one thought in his mind---"do you have any s&m books?"
with a very middle-aged mother of two smile--my boss showed him the rack, rang his purchase (I don't remember EXACTLY what the title was--but it was something about leather dreams) and waited until he left the store to laugh.
maybe i'm reading a little into this--but if I had to bet--and i'm a betting/social commentating WHORE---I'd say that he was sent in by his whip loving leather mama/daddy as some sort of power play. the guy probably went back, dropped to all fours and delivered it like a dog to his master..
ewwww.
i'd never heard of them and...i felt so uneducated, so uncultured----I went home that day and begged my parents for their music. a few months later I got a cassette--one of the heat resistant variety they sold over in saudi arabia where my parents were at the time.
and that brings back memories too...
this is my first entry and I want it to be good--I want to write something..heh..eternal.
but, apparently, nothing save death and taxes....is.
SO--instead I'll leave you with a short story about work and the promise of music and art and more angsty stories from the...err..heart.
HAH.
a man came into the store with a clothespin on his nose and a dream in his heart--he walked, resolutely to the counter, with only one thought in his mind---"do you have any s&m books?"
with a very middle-aged mother of two smile--my boss showed him the rack, rang his purchase (I don't remember EXACTLY what the title was--but it was something about leather dreams) and waited until he left the store to laugh.
maybe i'm reading a little into this--but if I had to bet--and i'm a betting/social commentating WHORE---I'd say that he was sent in by his whip loving leather mama/daddy as some sort of power play. the guy probably went back, dropped to all fours and delivered it like a dog to his master..
ewwww.
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