It is complete now Two ends of time Are neatly tied A one-way street, She's walking to the End of the line And there she meets the Faces she sees in Her heart and mind They say -Goodbye- Tomorrow Wendy's Going to die Underneath the chilly Grey November sky We can make believe that Kennedy is still alive We're shooting for The moon and smiling, Jackie's driving by They say -Good try- Tomorrow Wendy's Going to die I told the priest Don't count on Any second coming. God got his ass kicked The first time he Came down here slumming He had the balls to come, The gall to die and then Forgive us No, I don't wonder why I wonder what he thought It would get us Hey hey, good try Tomorrow Wendy's Going to die But God says jump, so I set the time 'cause if he ever saw it it was through these eyes of mine and if He ever suffered it was me who did His crying Hey hey, good try Tomorrow Wendy's Going to die -concrete blonde

i know it was 3am on a saturday night and i realise that might not always be a great time to go grocery shopping and walk home, alone, but i really didn't see it coming. all of a sudden he was just there on a bike. his first broken words were "please, don't be scared, american lady, i'm nice, i just want to talk a bit." i pondered wacking him off the bike and running, but opted against it. sure, i remembered the moron who attacked plenty of girls on this very road a year ago, and from a bike too, but the situation wasn't exactly flooding with alternatives that wouldn't involve beating him up in advance just in case, so i just kept my speed and answered nicely but vaguely as we moved along. besides - my ego told me "you have better things to be scared of than young men half my size on a bike! especially when carrying bags filled with large, blunt objects (pasta sauce)! he should fear you!" in that ridiculous naive manner it always does when cornered. contrary to what you would think, it was quite nice to be escorted home, albeit by a complete stranger making passes in fragments of english with an accent thicker than gravy. as we got to the little path between the two neighbourhoods i made him go first. rationally i did it as a safety meassure - no sneaking up on me, oh no! in reality, i mostly wanted the bikes' squishy sounds to guide me through the mud. four blocks from my house i bid him goodbye. of course, it took about ten minutes before i could actually leave because he was upset that i wouldn't give him my name, number, apartment number or even accept his. "it's 3am on a saturday night. i think that says it all. bye." i'm suddenly prone to head-aches. ow. nyquil knocks me out for about 12 hrs at a time. i would rather not have learnt that the hard way. black and white is a crappy movie with really funny bit parts by mike tyson. keeping the faith is a really funny movie with some crappy bit parts. choose wisely. "my favorite flavor is green." - Dances with Cars.