Radiohead Mix Tape (Rarities, B sides, etc.)
04.16.98
3:20 AM Chess, coffee, booze, hanging w/ 'Ee' (which he asked me to use for his 'pseudonym' didn't want a real name used, pinned to him--you see i asked him about it this evening...couldn't help it...he was talkin about his 'scrapbook' concert tix, postcards, etc. etc....i had to naturally tell of my musing and life here...how i leave this storage space I use for my ramblings/rantings open to the public...and how some of you come and gawk and stare and someone bond...)
smallness is a good way to describe yourself, alone at 3AM in a dark, country type university town...and you see just how lonely man is, how much *more* there is out there, the world a explosion of your every thought...just distributed elsewhere...
Her name is spelled "T", "O", "R", "I", "E",...the checker
at Safeway...she is such an angel there...one reason I like the store so
much is that she's is *always* there when I go in...i would love to meet
her at a party or something, she what she's like away from work...anyway,
perhaps another time, another life...things just don't work out...it's
that tiny back of the mind crush everyone has and has had for years...knowing
there is nothing there...just a vision of light, a spark in the night,
a blip on the night flight's log...It's weird when you get to "know" a
person like that...she has no recollection of who I am, I'm sure, with
so many daily customers...but I feel bad for her when I see her obviously
stressed, 'going through the motions' to get by, even if she's upset, it's
been a long night, she's tired...etc. I'm sure she's married or something,
mid twenties, done with school, if not already, almost. Don't even know
what she studies, but I like to get 'rung up by her'...hmm, that sounds
kinky...don't I wish. 3:30AM