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i'm such a girl. but omg Timmy just called me! he was indignant because i hadn't called him since he called me last week. it hadn't even occurred to me to call him again. i honestly didn't think he'd want to hook up. but yay, i was wrong. it's weird, i forget no one knows me by the name Lana, to Tim, it's "Maulana", and it's weird i tell you to hear it again, so casually. it's great to hear it, though. gives me a sense of... i don't know, history, or something.
we're meeting on Saturday for drinks. on him. uh huh, so he says. i don't believe a word of it, but he insists that he's down for it.
"k. i'll call you Saturday, then. don't blow me off, though, Tim. you only get one shot at this."
"aw, babe, don't be like Johnel. dang! y'all are hard out here!"
fun. he started rattling off names i haven't heard in 11 years, but people i've wondered about randomly. Tracee Raggs, Susan Cotton, Kim Walls... all of them are still in Gary. bizarre. Dionne Champion was in NY for a minute, but she came back and opened a dance studio on Grant Street. aw, way to give back to the community, Dionne. Leander died in a motorcycle accident, which is soooooo sad. like, really really sad. Leander was sweet, too. and Susan is working in the steel mill? wtf? WHY? "cuz it's good money, that's why," says Tim. "hell, that's where i worked before i came out here. it paid for my degree and my bullshit ass acting classes."
we're 30. i can't believe it. all i remember is tall, skinny Timmy, with the gumby haircut and the sweet smile. he was very sweet, i know that. nice. which is saying something, because i went to school with some of the bitchiest people i've ever known in my life. but i remember Timmy's guilelessness. well. he's got plenty of guile now. and lots and lots and lots of game. oh, yes. and he is absolutely still insane. "they asked me to do a couple of porn movies, y'know-- i guess word hit the street already about me-- but i can't do that! both of my parents are preachers, they'd fucking kill me. plus, you know, i can't be putting my business out there like that. what if i get married? if my wife saw me in the movie, she'd be all 'ho hum, been there, seen that'. i would truly be playing myself."
why am i not surprised that he invited me to his comedy gig in a couple of weeks. the boy has issues. yay for issues!
i am entirely too excited about this. but it's all just so cool! i get to play with Johnel at work, and Timmy on the weekend. what, i ask you, could be better than that?
we're meeting on Saturday for drinks. on him. uh huh, so he says. i don't believe a word of it, but he insists that he's down for it.
"k. i'll call you Saturday, then. don't blow me off, though, Tim. you only get one shot at this."
"aw, babe, don't be like Johnel. dang! y'all are hard out here!"
fun. he started rattling off names i haven't heard in 11 years, but people i've wondered about randomly. Tracee Raggs, Susan Cotton, Kim Walls... all of them are still in Gary. bizarre. Dionne Champion was in NY for a minute, but she came back and opened a dance studio on Grant Street. aw, way to give back to the community, Dionne. Leander died in a motorcycle accident, which is soooooo sad. like, really really sad. Leander was sweet, too. and Susan is working in the steel mill? wtf? WHY? "cuz it's good money, that's why," says Tim. "hell, that's where i worked before i came out here. it paid for my degree and my bullshit ass acting classes."
we're 30. i can't believe it. all i remember is tall, skinny Timmy, with the gumby haircut and the sweet smile. he was very sweet, i know that. nice. which is saying something, because i went to school with some of the bitchiest people i've ever known in my life. but i remember Timmy's guilelessness. well. he's got plenty of guile now. and lots and lots and lots of game. oh, yes. and he is absolutely still insane. "they asked me to do a couple of porn movies, y'know-- i guess word hit the street already about me-- but i can't do that! both of my parents are preachers, they'd fucking kill me. plus, you know, i can't be putting my business out there like that. what if i get married? if my wife saw me in the movie, she'd be all 'ho hum, been there, seen that'. i would truly be playing myself."
why am i not surprised that he invited me to his comedy gig in a couple of weeks. the boy has issues. yay for issues!
i am entirely too excited about this. but it's all just so cool! i get to play with Johnel at work, and Timmy on the weekend. what, i ask you, could be better than that?