Thursday, March 26, 2009

I'm sitting here chatting with Sean on his 24th birthday. We're talking about smoking pot. And I keep picturing all the things we'd do if he was here in Ann Arbor. I'd have taken him to the Michigan Theater to see the gay shorts that were playing tonight. Then I'd have taken for a walk across campus and we'd eat at Pizza House like we used to do back in 2002. The Radiohead that I'm listening to only makes it that much more haunting.

I tell Sean what I'm thinking about but I think this is just depressing him more on his birthday which most people seem to have forgotten. He misses the city he says, and I don't blame him. I tell him that the city misses him too, and he says that maybe sometimes it does. I think it does. Cities need their haunted young men; it's part of their magic.

Radiohead has run it's course and switches off "There There (The Boney King of Nowhere)" to click on The Cure's "The Twilight Garden". Nice.

I need to shave. My beard makes me look slightly butch, in a white trash kind of way. I hook Sean up with my webcam and he compares me to Bon Iver; a lumberjack singer that I google so I can have some understanding of what has just been said.

While this goes on a 50yo man I don't know opens a chat window with me on gay.com and tells me to suck his 9.5 incher. "WTF?" - he doesn't respond and I put him on ignore. Why can't people just talk on there?

I make a crack about Dutch people...sort of. And now a song about Amsterdam is stuck in my head. I remember the record; the hard plastic. I remember the player; the odd rubber circles. And the song: "Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like to wear a wooden shoe like they do in Amsterdam?". My brain scares me sometimes.

The conversation is dying down; at least on my end. I'm tired and I crave a shower. It's hot in my room and I'm sweaty. It's fun chatting with Sean though. 24 years old today. It's dying on his end too. He says goodnight as he has to be up early tomorrow to babysit. He makes plans to chat with me tomorrow night though.

The Cure fades out:

"No one will ever take your place."

And then Radiohead makes a return appearance:

"Just cause you feel it doesn't mean its there."

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