metatarsel angst
Josette A. Torres
of course, i don't know his name or anything, but he knows where i work
[well, both places that i work] and pops up at the most inconvienent
intervals. i try not to let this get to me, but i did start carrying my
tear gas again after all this started.
monday afternoon, i was sitting on the stadium/airport bus as it was idling
downtown, patiently waiting for it to leave for the westside. then i saw him.
and just as i was thinking, 'oh fuck please don't get on this bus,' he got on.
and then he saw me. and then he sat down in the seat in front of me.
i turned up the volume on my discman, drowning his words out with sasha &
john digweed, and stared hard out the window. i thought, 'he's going to
find out where i work--oh wait, he already knows. fuck!' what to do, what
to do. a minute passed by, and then another.
finally, the bus got to my stop, at the top of chauncey hill. i didn't pull
the cord, but it stopped anyway at someone else's behest. in a panic, i ran
off.
and i missed the curb. the techno was blaring too loud for me to hear the
metatarsel bone in my right foot snap. i was on my hands and knees on the
sidewalk, with pain i had never dreamed existed searing through my foot,
and all i could think of was, 'did he see me? did he see me fall?'
the bus driver didn't see me, and he drove away, continuting the route.
-Josette, the only good thing to come out of this? vicodin & vodka cocktails
tankgirl at cioe dot com | tankgirl at dcwi dot com
David O'Bedlam
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On Sun, 27 Jun 1999, Josette A. Torres wrote:
> i have a stalker now.
So move to California. To be with me. If he does follow you
all the way out here, I guarantee he won't approach you --
hell, nobody approaches anybody who's been seen with me.[1]
"EEWWW GAWD," he'd say, "now that I've seen what creatures
s/he consorts with I'm afraid I'd CATCH something!"[2]
HTH,
TheDavid
[1] Except JET, but he's not smart enough to be afraid.
[2] To cure a crush on Layo, imagine my nosehairs
caressing her "bush." If you've never seen my
nosehairs, think "seaweed" and "Cthulu."
- --
"only *you* have the xxx-super industrial strength skank o'thedavid(tm)."
-- Sollilja, on alt.angst
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loosel...@my-deja.com
'David O'Bedlam' <thed...@tsoft.com> wrote:
> [2] To cure a crush on Layo, imagine my nosehairs
> caressing her "bush." If you've never seen my
> nosehairs, think "seaweed" and "Cthulu."
Nosehairs have recently landed on planet L.
Frankly, I can't believe life is betraying me like this...
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