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I was dropping out of driver's ed when I got a phone call. You've been in town since thursday you say, you're leaving tomorrow you say. I'll come see you and then i'll come back with you.
I have the notebook sketches to prove it all.
I like talking to you - with you - before you - after you - around you - at you - about you - next.
so long.
you're thinking of moving back you say.
I said goodbye and you said goodbye baby. and I sat three rows down from the back of the greyhound.
someone else sat right behind me. He grabbed the back of my seat and tapped like he was impatient. I didn't say anything because nobody can tap for a 5 hour trip. WRONG. after about an hour I had to take action. I was in no mood, however, to look or talk to the guy. So i pushed myself in the corner where he was tapping because i thought if he were to tap a stranger's head it would make him uncomfortable. wrong again. So it bothered me that it didn't bother him. Instead, i replaced my head with my coat, especially the hood which has a fur lining.
The tapping seemed to become more gentle and almost caressing-like. I thus confiscated my coat from the dink.
still with the tapping, and the new bench caressing and reaching around the corner a little bit more.
Now i'm fucking fascinated and annoyed but fuck if I was going to have to deal with a memory of being face to face and saying "pardon me but..."
The tapping is getting more sporadic but louder. and he's thrown in finger-snapping in the mix. only he didn't know how to snap his fingers right so it just made this awful sound.
So. I ripped out a corner of a page of my sketchbook and wrote on it
"it's getting weird, the tapping"
and stuck it between his fingers.
he felt it, grapped it and retreated.
no more tapping.
10 minutes later he got off the bus at the belleville bus stop.
when the greyhound got moving again I looked back in his seat and the note was still there.
I thought it was weird that he didn't keep it.
I have the notebook sketches to prove it all.
I like talking to you - with you - before you - after you - around you - at you - about you - next.
so long.
you're thinking of moving back you say.
I said goodbye and you said goodbye baby. and I sat three rows down from the back of the greyhound.
someone else sat right behind me. He grabbed the back of my seat and tapped like he was impatient. I didn't say anything because nobody can tap for a 5 hour trip. WRONG. after about an hour I had to take action. I was in no mood, however, to look or talk to the guy. So i pushed myself in the corner where he was tapping because i thought if he were to tap a stranger's head it would make him uncomfortable. wrong again. So it bothered me that it didn't bother him. Instead, i replaced my head with my coat, especially the hood which has a fur lining.
The tapping seemed to become more gentle and almost caressing-like. I thus confiscated my coat from the dink.
still with the tapping, and the new bench caressing and reaching around the corner a little bit more.
Now i'm fucking fascinated and annoyed but fuck if I was going to have to deal with a memory of being face to face and saying "pardon me but..."
The tapping is getting more sporadic but louder. and he's thrown in finger-snapping in the mix. only he didn't know how to snap his fingers right so it just made this awful sound.
So. I ripped out a corner of a page of my sketchbook and wrote on it
"it's getting weird, the tapping"
and stuck it between his fingers.
he felt it, grapped it and retreated.
no more tapping.
10 minutes later he got off the bus at the belleville bus stop.
when the greyhound got moving again I looked back in his seat and the note was still there.
I thought it was weird that he didn't keep it.