serendipity
well, Dimitry called me today, but luckily my mother had borrowed my cell while I was sleeping (past 1 pm mind you...) ;)
He wanted to ask if I knew anything about a kid named Anthony Abode--apparently he had egged his car, Andy's, and I think Hick's too. Gothic? I know a guy named Anthony, but I think there's two of them. It's was all very confusing.
So yeah I get a call from someone I don't know later on tonight---and who is it? ANTHONY! The one I was just talking about, someone who we exploited as a model in my senior art class. He told me that Debora had just left a party by herself and tried walking home. He didn't even need to ask if I'd try and pick her up--I was off like a rocket to get out of my jammies to jeans and into the batmobile(see also: ford escort).
It was so odd that him of all people called me tonight.I drove all around town looking for Deb and her cell phone was repeatedly busy--but aren't I the person who also drove around looking for Drew when he went MIA? I'm such a worrying bitch and I know how unsafe this place can be.
Later on Deb said:
"I love the fact that you worry."
Well, wouldn't you worry if people you knew wound up dead after they were missing? If she hadn't called and told me she made it home okay,I'd still be driving around looking for her.
Back to the flashback kids: So at a stoplight I hear my ringtone "Yellow" blaring and pick up, It's Anthony again and he's asking for a ride. It takes me 10 minutes to find where he's at b/c I have no sense of direction. He's bored, I'm bored so I drive around for a good half hour just talking about nothing--my fav. thing to do.I didn't care where we went and neither did he, just driving around town. It was very enjoyable and a nice escape from my recent self-isolation. A perfect summer's night.
I got a McFlurry at McDonalds and eventually dropped him off back home, the entire time he was trying to get me to smoke pot with him sometime. Sorry, I'm not very "artist" like in habit. lol. Nope, never even smoked a cigarette. No desire to. Nope. Yeah,I would probably be a funny high person. No, I'm not interested. (it was like a DARE exercise or something, jeez!)
I invited him to come with us to the city this weekend, but he wasn't too keen on the art museum idea. schucks. I have such a wide variety of friends. It's lovely. Serendipity strikes again.
I'm feeling unusually tranquil right now; like anything could happen and it'll turn out all right. :)
*hugs to all!*
He wanted to ask if I knew anything about a kid named Anthony Abode--apparently he had egged his car, Andy's, and I think Hick's too. Gothic? I know a guy named Anthony, but I think there's two of them. It's was all very confusing.
So yeah I get a call from someone I don't know later on tonight---and who is it? ANTHONY! The one I was just talking about, someone who we exploited as a model in my senior art class. He told me that Debora had just left a party by herself and tried walking home. He didn't even need to ask if I'd try and pick her up--I was off like a rocket to get out of my jammies to jeans and into the batmobile(see also: ford escort).
It was so odd that him of all people called me tonight.I drove all around town looking for Deb and her cell phone was repeatedly busy--but aren't I the person who also drove around looking for Drew when he went MIA? I'm such a worrying bitch and I know how unsafe this place can be.
Later on Deb said:
"I love the fact that you worry."
Well, wouldn't you worry if people you knew wound up dead after they were missing? If she hadn't called and told me she made it home okay,I'd still be driving around looking for her.
Back to the flashback kids: So at a stoplight I hear my ringtone "Yellow" blaring and pick up, It's Anthony again and he's asking for a ride. It takes me 10 minutes to find where he's at b/c I have no sense of direction. He's bored, I'm bored so I drive around for a good half hour just talking about nothing--my fav. thing to do.I didn't care where we went and neither did he, just driving around town. It was very enjoyable and a nice escape from my recent self-isolation. A perfect summer's night.
I got a McFlurry at McDonalds and eventually dropped him off back home, the entire time he was trying to get me to smoke pot with him sometime. Sorry, I'm not very "artist" like in habit. lol. Nope, never even smoked a cigarette. No desire to. Nope. Yeah,I would probably be a funny high person. No, I'm not interested. (it was like a DARE exercise or something, jeez!)
I invited him to come with us to the city this weekend, but he wasn't too keen on the art museum idea. schucks. I have such a wide variety of friends. It's lovely. Serendipity strikes again.
I'm feeling unusually tranquil right now; like anything could happen and it'll turn out all right. :)
*hugs to all!*