"...", as she stares at me with gigantic predator eyes...
Chapter V: Hippygirl
I don't talk much about Hippygirl. I just never have, there's really not been much of a point. Hippygirl was the by-product of Roo. You see, it came about that Roo felt bad and guilty for completely ruining me and fucking me up beyond relief or belief. And that's nice. So what she did was attempt to hook me up with one of her friends, Hippygirl. With only a couple failures since her, and many more to go, I agreed because I wasn't having much luck at all by myself. Roo however was able to find someone fairly quickly. Does that bother me? Well, I found it interesting, we'll just say that. Interesting like the black plague. I had never seen this friend of hers, so I got a second hand description that I knew I shouldn't have trusted, because the tastes of Roo were always strange. But sadly, not my type of strange. She was described as angelic, with long blonde hair and big beautiful blue eyes. What she didn't mention was that her eyes were roughly the size of a clenched fist and her hair made it seem like she could go bald at any particular moment. Plus, she was a twig. Roo should have known that I just can't handle twigs. If y'aint at least 125 pounds, you can keep your bony ass away from me and go suck on Johnny Depps wanger. He digs the boneracks, I don't. But I knew none of this when I went to meet her and Roo that fateful night. So I met her, and thought ‘oh my God, what have I done?' After long enough Roo left us alone to do whatever, I forget exactly how it all went but we ended up in a coffee shop. Her staring across at me with predators eyes. Watching everything I did. It was more than a little creepy. The night ended about a hundred years later with me dropping her off and returning home. I think that was the night I almost died driving the wrong way on Main Street. That was the most exciting part of the night, but it would have been whatever I was doing, most likely. So, I didn't think too very much of that night. But, I had taken her number anyhow. I figured I could get past her looks. It's not too often someone wants me, so why not try, right? So, I tried again the next week, I believe. We went to a movie... What Dreams May Come, it was. I just sat through that whole movie thinking what a rip of Dante's Inferno it was, and what a poor version of that too. During the movie Hippygirl held my hand, and she was ice cold, but clammy and sweaty. Her fingers felt long and bony and bony laced with mine. That was sure pleasant. I think we walked out holding hands, I'm not sure. Later we went to a coffee shop again. After that we sat in my van for a while... and she tried to kiss me. I say tried because, well... I pulled away. I had to. I would explain it fairly well to her the reasons. It was only the second time I had seen her, the first time alone. Plus... she just reminded me so damned much of Roo. Being friends, Roo must have had some weird influence on her that just kind of turned her into a forged copy of herself. I couldn't take that. So all that, and you factor in the distance between us, and the cost of communication... well, I had just been hosed on such a thing with Roo, so I wasn't about to do that again. All the bus tickets that I had spent to go see her seemed like such a great waste when it was over. That money would amount to quite a hefty sum now, I'd say. Would have helped me pay for this computer. But this is all for Roo's story and not Hippygirls. But that was what happened with Hippygirl. She tried, and maybe she genuinely liked me for whatever reason (I suspected she didn't go on too many dates with the way she was acting (plus she moved a lot, like to different countries)).
So yeah... Hippygirl. I play track 10 on Beck's Mellow Gold and think of her sometimes.
Onward to Chapter VI: the Psycho.
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